I meant to re-blog this a few months ago. I noticed it again on the weekend as a I was tidying up some digital folders. The short poem talks about the navigating or voyaging through verse like we are amongst the clouds. This journey takes us to a child-like world and a place lost in innocence.
Voguer sur des vers
Comme sur un croissant de lune
Dans les nuages,
Voguer en pays d’enfance,
Terre perdue d’innocence.
Teacher as Transformer 