fine lines
eyelids fall gently tired beautiful
and reopen slowly
smoky sorrows drift in reflective patterns
casting a mystery of shadows across your face
could there be a place
behind your eyes
a line somewhere in space
where the heart doesnt lie
and the spirit never cries
would it be possible to fathom
what might become of these cascading visions
cigarrette burns right down and one last breath remains
should i cross the line?
who can say or know for surely this has not been revealed
tripping turning stumbling
dancing free and tears wash away the smoke from my eyes
the line we tread is perfectly formed
and absolutely defined
but once breached is never returned
its burned into my mind
tread the smouldering end into the tar
yearning for something more
barefeet burn
eyesight flickers
and tired weary hands fall by my side
cannot cross over now
these obstacles won over me
had i won or lost
you'd never know the cost
and smoky ashes drift around the dying embers of my hearts desire
copyright lwm 2005
