Perspective Poem by keith brown

Perspective

They lay
Ancient lovers, gnarled
Weathered by time
Existing for a single purpose.
Tied
By parallel lines

The lines
rove into the distance
Sleepers sated by dust, at a
Point known as infinity
Met
As all lovers must

The kiss
Sad and fleeting
Rusting colour of flame
Lay at the edge of perspective
Yet
The distance between them remained

Held riveted
By undying passion, unable
Stay or run
Destiny seen in the distance
At
The place the journey begun.

The lovers
The lines and the sleepers
Created by
Ravenous design, married
Together, yet parted
Tied
By parallel lines