i saw the footprints on the sands of the oasis,
and the loamy soils around the rose garden,
i also saw prints on the mountains:
the strings that aid the climber, i also saw
them go the other way around;
(evidence of return,decent)

but i still look for the prints on the sky
around the moon,
and so i still stare up,neck bent,
cos she turned a million miles a metre
in the darkness of the woods,dungeon,
hungry heart when she smiled at me.


i saw me decend the valleys(i didnt know)
went anticlockwise(couldn't imagine)
high among the milky she holds my heart.
my feet never touched the ground:
no job,office,domain.

circles:the universe, clock ,and me,
impeccable gyration,for the arrow i fired
keeps decending,and so she still takes
me along(no direction)just the way it was
when i first saw her.