

| Earthwalk Am not afraid of outer space. I trudge through ice whilst you’re dreaming behind curtains. Let’s join our minds and bridge our worlds. Was it morning or just twilight? I retraced steps after high tides, crystallised us in last snowflakes; walked to the edge of our garden, where each wave meets & melts our sun… Mes pas, tes pas dans les nuages. If I could slide like a spider across oceans, I’d weave my way where you belong – find a corner inside your song, hang all my dreams on meridians, watch your moonrise at earth level. There, above black, twinning my heart with latitudes; echoing sounds I sometimes hear in clement sky, and feel your hands in arpeggios… I ken du’s here, I heard the wind calling your name. Poet’s note: “mes pas, tes pas dans les nuages…” = “your and my steps among our clouds” © Nat Hall 2008 |