words can simply fail us in contexts which demand overarching complexity
"Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; it is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel"- Pierre Corneille
Rain sweeps past the windows
In thick shreds angling
Canopies sway, combed by wind.
You're across the other side of the room.
My eyes smart in the strength of your light,
The glow that just flows from your skin
And traps the warmth of my heart,
Forming invisible signals circling my being
Your limbs are folded, filling space compressed
Your presence renders all else void
I dream only of you, breathe your air
Long for a look, a smile, an explosion
Spanners now freeze motion
Consecutive night coffee
Your see-saw now balanced by others to test
And I know not if you see me by your side.
So I steal a glance here
Dare not to linger long
For our planets orbit on different planes
And my love is not enough to pull you to me.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 01:24
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Gravity
"Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; it is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel"- Pierre Corneille
Rain sweeps past the windows
In thick shreds angling
Canopies sway, combed by wind.
You're across the other side of the room.
My eyes smart in the strength of your light,
The glow that just flows from your skin
And traps the warmth of my heart,
Forming invisible signals circling my being
Your limbs are folded, filling space compressed
Your presence renders all else void
I dream only of you, breathe your air
Long for a look, a smile, an explosion
Spanners now freeze motion
Consecutive night coffee
Your see-saw now balanced by others to test
And I know not if you see me by your side.
So I steal a glance here
Dare not to linger long
For our planets orbit on different planes
And my love is not enough to pull you to me.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 878 times
Written on 2006-12-16 at 01:24
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