Sunday, March 15, 2015
If You Read My Lines
Black scratches across a white plane
Weave in and out
Dancing messages across time and space.
Do you hear what they are saying?
They speak of sunrises and sunsets
And thousands of moments in between.
They carry the sound of laughter
And the taste of tears.
They sing of triumphs and heartbreaks
And countless ordinary occasions
That add up to
Thoughts and memories
And fantasies too
They are all there
Held tight by words,
Ink spilled upon the page.
If you read my lines
You will know what is on my mind.
If you read in between,
you will uncover my soul.