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��I want to sleep until the universe is open.
I want to sleep until I can pour myself into it
and never look back; chase galaxies
like sailors once chased ports.��

This was a dream of a poetry collection; filled with galaxies and stars, anger and longing, love and loathing. Hewer eloquently combines old myths with modern times, commenting on her own feelings while painting a picture of the world we live in. Everything is disguised in beautifully draped words, but there's many powerful images to be found underneath the surface.

In the poem Lands Calling she writes so accurately of the homesickness and isolation one feels when living in a city of pavement and apartment buildings, lacking private space and views of the horizon;

��I am tired of this. I am tired of grey.
I am tired of a world that extends ten metres
before somebody else's walls block it out.��

It felt so true, it almost hurt to read.

The poetry collection is split in three parts. Personally I much preferred the first part Looking Out which (oddly enough, considering its title) felt the most personal to me.

��I mean to say you're unbearable
but I'd suffer more than this to stay close.��