Friday, December 13, 2013
Of The Lines
It was an agreement of the lines,
The days of a child devastated few,
But thrust into the corner of the woods
Was a sighing creature of danger,
Through the eyes I saw its lines.
The tongue grew fearsome,
Fed with blood of the toil,
Letting it stare was a deed
For the ordinary man who looked
On, like the sighs of a night in ruin.
Distancing from the flying machine
Caused asterisks to fly and call,
Leaving pressing moments,
Letting the feminine walk be still
Due to the godliness of the day.