Canyon lines of the spirit
Draw themselves across a face;
Smiling, laughing dancing lines
That tell a story from the heart.
Kindness hidden or harshness held
Hopes and hearts of things given
Promises made, kept or broken.

What kind of lines do you see?
Are they skipping ropes of youth?
Or dancing lines arrayed in rows?
Are they just lines for hanging clothes,
Utilitarian lines we know?
Perhaps lines that measure life,
Full of glory, full of strife?

What kind of lines do you see?

© G.Burns 28-July-2012