Feb 10, 2008 18:48
Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing new born nebulas in bloom
She who sees from 'up high' smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries her once weighty eyes
And it gives you wings
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long, it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Blessed is she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a bird's-eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this
Feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
So could it be that it had been there all along?