I crossed the line
lured by your shine
(which blinds me even now,)
I went to somewhere 'outta' bounds
to touch a rainbows bough,
I skipped on lanes to higher plains
I trailed you to get high
tagged upon your shooting star
to feel my spirit... f l y!
Ecstasy and feeling free
were on the other side...
and nobody knows what I mean,
but,'thank you, for the ride.'
The line I crossed
is ever lost
because I tripped and fell
I sped through space
I lost all grace
as secrets spilled their well.
Still,ever will I feel the thrill
of flying close by YOU
and I WOULD jump that line again
to tell you this...is true .
I've lost the line too many times
to ever get back where
I held my heart a prisoner
in a cell no one would share,
and even though its hiding now...
(just like it use to be,)
I find contentment knowing that
for one day.... it was free.
I'll not be sorry,no,I won't,
although it brought a loss,
truth at times crosses lines
perhaps best NOT to cross,
blossoms fell from off my tree
to make the point I made
but 'sorry' I will NEVER be,
that ONCE,I felt so brave.
No ,I will not be sorry that
I stepped the line to free,
and bared my soul
so you might know
another side of me.
And even though I turned and ran
the second that you saw,
I am content
that once I spent a moment seeking
M O R E
Life goes on...all is well...I am happy for him.
Simply divine write - marvelously penned!!
Blessings,
Robert
p.s. Isn't it wonderful the Savior doesn't judge the way humanity does?!!
Hugs,
Victoria
What's Religion(Christianity) Gotta Do Wit It_ It's Great...
TRASK
outstanding write...i agree, their loss...our gain whoo-hoooooo :)
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Steve
we always walk the road
we've walk
Better or worse
There's always a line
"the limit"
Crossed the line
but don't go further
tracing footsteps
Back home
is where you belong
sweet home
((((( Hugs )))))
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Their loss!
Reindeer
~Joseph
In Spirit,
Bear
PS: The attitude of the Christian site reminds me of a piece by the famous Canadian writer, Irving Layton, titled 'Misunderstanding':
"I placed/my hand/upon/her thigh.
By the way/she moved/away/I could see/her devotion/to literature/was not/perfect.*
Don't let mid-Victorian meddlers discourage you from staying in touch with your REAL feelings and expressing them whenever and however you need to. Write on!
I use to write love poems to him and they didnt understand that either you have to bare your soul and let all of this life fall and the spirit is where he loves this is so beautiful my dear friend.. Laughing still at Sketchmans comment perhaps yes !!!!;)
Peggy
~ Chrissie :)
SMooooooooooooo000000000000000CH!
There loss our gain!!
Excellent!
Vesna