The Haze Between the Lines
By: Fee
Caught between lines in shades of developing gray
Linger like shadows trapped between night and day
The poets must dream and the singers must sing
Answers lost somewhere in the space in between
Don’t ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies
Seek not your answers in the words of the wise
Soon the devils will laugh and the Angels will weep
The interior demons awaken to torment you in sleep
Hollow words echo between lines of developing gray
The heart renders due payment we can’t always pay…
Some great lines here - definitely worth thinking about. Hugs.
Sheila
I Love The Poem! It's Pragmnatic!
The Heart Can Definetly Be Pragmatic In Many Ways I Suppose
sometimes we just don't like the actual price we have to pay
but there is always a price...
the lavish splendors are the sweetest price to pay
Have A Lovely Day
Much Love & Happiness To You
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie :)
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
ness
like Dylan, F. Scott, Falkner, to name just a few, somehow
do their stuff in the haze. Or did I miss something? -gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Cheers,
Dan
Sandie Angel :o)
Quite thought provoking, my friend.
"... The Poets must dream and the singers must sing ..." WOW. We may not come up with the answers, but it's fun, trying - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Georg
PS. Tell a lie so I can ask a question.