No Itinerary
Oct. 31st, 2009 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heinelI look out of the window and it is mostly dark.
Lights of orange and white dot the city at night.
Cruising through the sea, I leave not a mark.
The closer are the jewels, the brighter are their light.
Lights of orange and white dot the city at night,
ever so slow the clusters of street lights shift.
The closer are the jewels, the brighter are their light;
touching the glass window, I can feel the rift.
Ever so slow the clusters of street lights shift.
Between the stars little headlights traverse,
touching the glass window. I can feel the rift
ten thousand feet below. There is the universe
between the stars. Little headlights traverse
in the milky way. I too am just moving along.
Ten thousand feet below there is the universe,
like firework, yet that does not last this long.
In the milky way, I too am just moving along,
entranced by the brilliance of prisms
like firework. Yet that does not last this long.
With nothing but a duffel bag, I dive for the chasms
entranced, by the brilliance of prisms
cruising through the sea. I leave not a mark
with nothing but a duffel bag. I dive for the chasms.
I look out of the window and it is mostly dark.
Afterthoughts...
I was going to see my grandmother one last time. Though at that moment I captured this scene that was the furthest thing from my mind. I titled the poem "No Itinerary" because I really did not have a plan. I can still remember my sister freaking out the day before because I was playing on her Wii and only had a vague idea of when I needed to be in the airport. She started going on about how things could go so very wrong only to end abruptly when I gave her a blank look. So it goes and as I was approaching Surabaya I looked out of the window from the airplane. The scenery was captivating, and so I wondered. It was a humbling experience.
Lights of orange and white dot the city at night.
Cruising through the sea, I leave not a mark.
The closer are the jewels, the brighter are their light.
Lights of orange and white dot the city at night,
ever so slow the clusters of street lights shift.
The closer are the jewels, the brighter are their light;
touching the glass window, I can feel the rift.
Ever so slow the clusters of street lights shift.
Between the stars little headlights traverse,
touching the glass window. I can feel the rift
ten thousand feet below. There is the universe
between the stars. Little headlights traverse
in the milky way. I too am just moving along.
Ten thousand feet below there is the universe,
like firework, yet that does not last this long.
In the milky way, I too am just moving along,
entranced by the brilliance of prisms
like firework. Yet that does not last this long.
With nothing but a duffel bag, I dive for the chasms
entranced, by the brilliance of prisms
cruising through the sea. I leave not a mark
with nothing but a duffel bag. I dive for the chasms.
I look out of the window and it is mostly dark.
Afterthoughts...
I was going to see my grandmother one last time. Though at that moment I captured this scene that was the furthest thing from my mind. I titled the poem "No Itinerary" because I really did not have a plan. I can still remember my sister freaking out the day before because I was playing on her Wii and only had a vague idea of when I needed to be in the airport. She started going on about how things could go so very wrong only to end abruptly when I gave her a blank look. So it goes and as I was approaching Surabaya I looked out of the window from the airplane. The scenery was captivating, and so I wondered. It was a humbling experience.