written on the plane ride home.
{california... california... here we come.}
..but tonight is the ninth night, the night that California gets left behind; an ever fading out of focus landmark in the distance..
the soft angelic whisper from behind my shoulder...the unexplainable tear welling up in my eye.
i would wave but i'm not sure that california could find the breath or will inside of her to wave back, or to even notice me making my reluctant getaway on the horizon.
California. What a name.. what an appropriate name for every smiling beat of my fleshy heart.
i think i'll carry her with me now...now that i've touched her, breathed her air...now that i've rested for awhile in the hometown of Gods only walking angel.
Do you know me, california? will you miss me? Can i borrow your name for my beating heart? Can i scream from the top of your sleeping dog mountain tops? Can i lay in your shoreline and dance in your castles---can i find myself and be myself and introduce myself beneath the glistening heat of your deserts?
Can i wrap up..breath..inside a single sheet of lightning-less rain..and pray to you?
DEAR CALIFORNIA,
Let me love you. Let me live you.
Let me feel you...let us never feel the stinging twinge of loneliness
that only a place so flat as Texas could provide.
can i pray to you California? can i love Him forever?
i've touched your angel..
and i'm bringing him home,
someday.
i'll miss your flowers and your magic
and your...sleeping dogs
and windmills...
until we love again..(dear california.)
..but tonight is the ninth night, the night that California gets left behind; an ever fading out of focus landmark in the distance..
the soft angelic whisper from behind my shoulder...the unexplainable tear welling up in my eye.
i would wave but i'm not sure that california could find the breath or will inside of her to wave back, or to even notice me making my reluctant getaway on the horizon.
California. What a name.. what an appropriate name for every smiling beat of my fleshy heart.
i think i'll carry her with me now...now that i've touched her, breathed her air...now that i've rested for awhile in the hometown of Gods only walking angel.
Do you know me, california? will you miss me? Can i borrow your name for my beating heart? Can i scream from the top of your sleeping dog mountain tops? Can i lay in your shoreline and dance in your castles---can i find myself and be myself and introduce myself beneath the glistening heat of your deserts?
Can i wrap up..breath..inside a single sheet of lightning-less rain..and pray to you?
DEAR CALIFORNIA,
Let me love you. Let me live you.
Let me feel you...let us never feel the stinging twinge of loneliness
that only a place so flat as Texas could provide.
can i pray to you California? can i love Him forever?
i've touched your angel..
and i'm bringing him home,
someday.
i'll miss your flowers and your magic
and your...sleeping dogs
and windmills...
until we love again..(dear california.)