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On High, where I am not welcomed
by Lacy D PhillipsYour thoughts occupy some corner of the heavens
where I would need wings to follow.
Like a balloon escaped from a weak grasp,
my comprehension is soon torn from my command,
lost in the enormity of your intellect,
buffeted by the winds of your discourse.
It becomes so impossibly distant,
just a pinprick in the blue;
and I mourn my inability to pursue
with more than my eyes only
searching your face for meaning
I am helpless to obtain.
Like a child looking into the sun,
I cant understand it will harm me.
06/25/2005 Posted on 06/26/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 09/20/05 at 10:03 PM that was nice..."on high..", i like that, archer prewitt has a song with the lyrics, "raise on high", which that reminded me of. but i think i've been to your library before and was blown away. this time is no different. |
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