The difference is so enormous
That it borders on the edge of being ridiculous
And sometimes…
Sometimes I feel badly that you know nothing of it.
And yes, I know, it is mine, of course –
But it is not mine to tell
Though if I had the chance,
I honestly think I’d do so well.
Oh God! I’d be emphatic, rambling endlessly
Of the everything that it is,
I’d turn those metaphors into memorable
Mentions of something more
And I’d sing, I’d actually sing,
Not hesitantly -
But in full voice
The way a bird sometimes does
As it soars across the sky
With its delicate wings
That just may be the strongest things
Known to you or I.
And I’d sigh…
Over and over and over, I’d sigh
Deeply,
Passionately,
Profoundly…
Until those sighs were everywhere –
Until, they were all around me.
And you’d understand,
You would!
Even if you couldn’t hear me –
Just in seeing me, then, you’d know
That the beauty of the moon
Exists in how one looks at it
As much as it does in its glow.
Yes! you’d know then…
You couldn’t not know
For having felt the electricity –
The pulsing, the tingling
The sparks
Flitting and flickering
From my fingertips... my fingertips!
(My wings!)
And you’d want to be me
Once you were able to see
It… this… my enormity –
You’d want to grab hold of it
Steal it, run with it
Fly to the moon with it
You’d embrace it in the way
That some people embrace sameness
When they don’t know any better
But to do so.
It would comfort you, excite you, delight you
It would change you
And the difference… would be enormous.
It would…lift... you... up
Into the true blue all-of-everything
That you once called the sky
And I know why...
Oh, but it is not mine –
It just isn’t… mine to tell…
Though, yes, if I could,
I’m really rather certain
I would do so well.

Lifted Contributed by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 8th June 2006 @ 01:18:00 AM in AEST Topic: InspirationalPoems The difference is so enormous That it borders on the edge of being ridiculous And sometimes… Sometimes I feel badly that you know nothing of it. And yes, I know, it is mine, of course – But it is not mine to tell Though if I had the chance, I honestly think I’d do so well. Oh God! I’d be emphatic, rambling endlessly Of the everything that it is, I’d turn those metaphors into memorable Mentions of something more And I’d sing, I’d actually sing, Not hesitantly - But in full voice The way a bird sometimes does As it soars across the sky With its delicate wings That just may be the strongest things Known to you or I. And I’d sigh… Over and over and over, I’d sigh Deeply, Passionately, Profoundly… Until those sighs were everywhere – Until, they were all around me. And you’d understand, You would! Even if you couldn’t hear me – Just in seeing me, then, you’d know That the beauty of the moon Exists in how one looks at it As much as it does in its glow. Yes! you’d know then… You couldn’t not know For having felt the electricity – The pulsing, the tingling The sparks Flitting and flickering From my fingertips... my fingertips! (My wings!) And you’d want to be me Once you were able to see It… this… my enormity – You’d want to grab hold of it Steal it, run with it Fly to the moon with it You’d embrace it in the way That some people embrace sameness When they don’t know any better But to do so. It would comfort you, excite you, delight you It would change you And the difference… would be enormous. It would…lift... you... up Into the true blue all-of-everything That you once called the sky And I know why... Oh, but it is not mine – It just isn’t… mine to tell… Though, yes, if I could, I’m really rather certain I would do so well. If you'd like to hear a reading of this poem (all emphatic-like and everything *smiles*) Click here: Poem Reading Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2006-06-08 01:18:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem