idealism at its most powerful
"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next"- Gilda Radner
Give me your hand, and
I'll whisk you away to
Lands unexplored and fantastic,
A place neverending and ours,
Somewhere in the midst of Middle Earth
Where crocodiles are toothless,
Vultures have no talons
And hot air balloons are full of sand
No chance of take-off here,
Our feet firm on ground
And our heads in clouds so soft
There is no pain to break through,
No hardness to pierce,
Just space to climb through,
Silence to echo upon
And create sounds that
Have never been heard,
See things that have never been seen,
Draw shapes in the dirt
To formulate plans upon
Whilst we wonder what to do
With all the time laid at our feet,
The acres of milk and honey
Set out in patterns, tessellations,
Imbued with colours striking
So take my hand and hold on tight
Our private oasis of hope awaits,
Electric and new.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 01:55
Tags Hope  Romance 
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Sanctuary
"The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible"- Arthur C. Clarke"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next"- Gilda Radner
Give me your hand, and
I'll whisk you away to
Lands unexplored and fantastic,
A place neverending and ours,
Somewhere in the midst of Middle Earth
Where crocodiles are toothless,
Vultures have no talons
And hot air balloons are full of sand
No chance of take-off here,
Our feet firm on ground
And our heads in clouds so soft
There is no pain to break through,
No hardness to pierce,
Just space to climb through,
Silence to echo upon
And create sounds that
Have never been heard,
See things that have never been seen,
Draw shapes in the dirt
To formulate plans upon
Whilst we wonder what to do
With all the time laid at our feet,
The acres of milk and honey
Set out in patterns, tessellations,
Imbued with colours striking
So take my hand and hold on tight
Our private oasis of hope awaits,
Electric and new.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 641 times
Written on 2006-08-10 at 01:55
Tags Hope  Romance 
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