you're leaving on a jet plane, baby, and all i want is for you to come back
"To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished"- Roland Barthes
Transcend time for me
Take me back to the moment
I saw your heart pulse
And mine was singing back
What was an aria of sweetness
Whistling on winds of change,
Pulling me into worlds I could
Just inhale and wrap my mind around.
Let the joy you brought me
filter into my very thread of being
Such possibility, such mindless wonder
That thrilled me with diversion
And we saw the moonbeams
Fly across each other's skies of vision
Shooting sparks into words you
Coaxed out of me with such ease
I felt the shadows melting over me,
Your hand brushing away masks
And I knew you, you saw it all
Brilliant curiosity, electric hope.
So tell me, did I move too fast?
Should I have waited back
And disturbed your peace, I did not
think to go to where you were.
Take my hand, show me that
I'll see your eyes enthralled again
That we can fight the wave we're riding
That you still know what I know
That you still feel what I feel
That you kept the door ajar
and our planets will collide again
Please take me there once more
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-02 at 10:13
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"To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished"- Roland Barthes
Transcend time for me
Take me back to the moment
I saw your heart pulse
And mine was singing back
What was an aria of sweetness
Whistling on winds of change,
Pulling me into worlds I could
Just inhale and wrap my mind around.
Let the joy you brought me
filter into my very thread of being
Such possibility, such mindless wonder
That thrilled me with diversion
And we saw the moonbeams
Fly across each other's skies of vision
Shooting sparks into words you
Coaxed out of me with such ease
I felt the shadows melting over me,
Your hand brushing away masks
And I knew you, you saw it all
Brilliant curiosity, electric hope.
So tell me, did I move too fast?
Should I have waited back
And disturbed your peace, I did not
think to go to where you were.
Take my hand, show me that
I'll see your eyes enthralled again
That we can fight the wave we're riding
That you still know what I know
That you still feel what I feel
That you kept the door ajar
and our planets will collide again
Please take me there once more
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 519 times
Written on 2006-12-02 at 10:13
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