about a trip i had


Celestial City

There are moonbeams in my coffee
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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