[Scribbles] The line of time
The line of time
The smooth line is broken
by white lines of worry
by cracks that never heal
but remain connected,
like segments of ripe fruit
being held in by skin.
It is easy to peel
but some zest will remain,
marking hands with essence.
You wake, move, and still me
with my and your choices,
with the bond of intent.
The smooth line will remain
as the day I saw it;
coloured by smiles and tears,
shaped by laughter and age,
lit by knowledge and brass.
Lines are only transformed.
August 02, 2012. Finished 1.49am.
The smooth line is broken
by white lines of worry
by cracks that never heal
but remain connected,
like segments of ripe fruit
being held in by skin.
It is easy to peel
but some zest will remain,
marking hands with essence.
You wake, move, and still me
with my and your choices,
with the bond of intent.
The smooth line will remain
as the day I saw it;
coloured by smiles and tears,
shaped by laughter and age,
lit by knowledge and brass.
Lines are only transformed.
August 02, 2012. Finished 1.49am.