To meet the familiar stranger

Hallucinating shadows all down the road
the same exquisite figure each one showed

a lost story waiting to unfold
so it lies at rest in this, enthralling mould

everytime my eye's gaze upon it
strangers eye's rise up of it

stuck with this deja vu
of the same repetitive clue.

"There is no shadow, 'tis but a silhouette of you"

Gifted the curse with balance

The sun sets behind the cloud
at least tomorrow is duty bound

What if the light grows weary of this repetition
then forever dark is the only vision
and life and death meet in a fatal collision.


Or the sun shall forever be
how long before it's fire declares itself free
and just ashes remain of the life tree.

Yet we live between the verse
like a treaty between a gift and a curse

Life line

Life is but a line
a start of something new

the never ending canvas with lifes collaboration
each line in the picture born of artistic imagination

The line does run and the ink does flow
of the picture, what does the line know?