Come my child let us pause and drink from the fountain of life, fear not the result fiord in the end all will return. A line is a begin and end but ah the ripple is but waves of energy running forever

Eyes scream out in pain
as the lines fade from dark to light

Hearts take and give remembrance to wisdom laid open
taking

All is fair in the knife cutting its path through the refuge taking place calling forward tributes to dollars laid down

Bet placed all days take and give reason for the failure

Man holds only reason as the seasons of truth calls its demand and no one wants to know lines in hunger pleading

Seeking peace

Solemn as death matches other side of nowhere hitting home

The callused personal drives of missed chances as romance takes its toll upon totem

Lad in paid visions in a park sitting in hope of never being alone as the pride skips past the fading lines of peril

Reasons tipping past the other side of the fading line crossed long ago as Mondays plead for Sunday

Age wipes the lines from sunbeams playing
Dirt upon heat rising

Fresh set of rules played upon the template crossing over from land to sky and back again

From night to light lines become markers in a book

Gin takes the soul from cold to warm

I hold her like a pre-requisite of need accepting proof

As it is a demand to combine energy escaping a soul destined to turn out the lights

Leaving her blank and seeking more on a bed wanting love

Is the knowledge and vestige realizing a mix intelligence to physical presence

Lines of time fade and keeping no need to mix the fates of reason stumbling as peace comes in seeking a place other than home

Looking onto his eyes she screams any place is a better place to be and

He takes the world to view as the line fades and bend from confrontation to wisdom knowledge

Tends its path in passion long dead pre judged before point
a to c through b and line is gone to find a new home
in a new night wind swirling