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 © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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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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