Could I Follow You

Could I follow you far away,
further than everything you know,
out into the loneliness
of the world's outermost places,
where the Galaxy unfurls
a gaudy dead spume
and where you seek a stronghold
in heady rooms.

I know: it will not be.

But when you climb shivering
blind from your christening,
straight through space
shall I hear your cry,
to be new arms to you,
to be close in another world to you
amongst things with an unborn name.