about a trip i had
When I wake up and look at you
Fragile, strong, protecting what you can't know.
Ferries, spray of river cooling
The fire in my forehead
Marks of a night in paradise
Streets to recognise
Pavements to walk along
In a convoy parading
Through somewhere not that different
I could get used to this.
The serenity, the warmth, the away
Organisational competence
A world opening up
Every time I leave the building
Lights would linger along that bay
Man-made coast
With beauty surrounding
Transporting to places imagined
Yet not seen
Feared, yet joyfully received
Beds unmade
Breakfast yet to come to fruition
Fan buzzing overhead
Juxtaposition of space
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:30
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Celestial City
There are moonbeams in my coffeeWhen I wake up and look at you
Fragile, strong, protecting what you can't know.
Ferries, spray of river cooling
The fire in my forehead
Marks of a night in paradise
Streets to recognise
Pavements to walk along
In a convoy parading
Through somewhere not that different
I could get used to this.
The serenity, the warmth, the away
Organisational competence
A world opening up
Every time I leave the building
Lights would linger along that bay
Man-made coast
With beauty surrounding
Transporting to places imagined
Yet not seen
Feared, yet joyfully received
Beds unmade
Breakfast yet to come to fruition
Fan buzzing overhead
Juxtaposition of space
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 767 times
Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:30
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