lines.

Lines interweave to baffle once more
Fighting for attention from the confused soul
Trying to reach the inner most circles
Trying to be the brightest one
To lead into the secrets hidden
And to do that in their style
Don’t let you in with ease
Demand your time, your purest senses
When eyes converse with the relaxed mind
When the thoughts whorl out
To acknowledge the otherside
When white is churned out
To yield the deepest hue
The lines rest then…
And let you become one amongst them.