i was at the river while watching this, at my favourite place in the whole world, just thinking and watching the water move


The Big Country

"The past tempts us, the present confuses us and the future frightens us, and our lives slip away moment by moment...lost in that vast, terrible in-between" - Anon

A light directly in front
Illuminates a passage
across the water
Yet I cannot walk across
I cannot part the tide
Can only transfix myself
on that eye of my storm
Beating irregularly
Stopping, starting, sustained
Prolonged light, prolonged dark
Strikes between my eyes
While others, green
reply in unison
And the moon, a sliver
of yellow pointing towards
the big country
illuminates but a corner,
a crescent of its own
Blue with cold
and magnets drawing me
Closer, ever closer
to the birthplace of my soul,
the burial ground of pain.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-08 at 03:18

Tags Fear  Death 

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keith nunes
good poem, love the Anon quote
2006-08-08