Where’s The Line
Where’s the line
It just took me about ten minutes today to remember the seriousness of love and fragility of man
Asleep at the wheel again
How many Angels can dance at the gate of the pigs pen
You know the one
The one where we go to die
To be declared by the one
The world burns but who won
A child hesitates to come in
Resists by the shoulder
Her first conceit
Her first act to forgive
I watch her dance now and wonder
A million questions
The ponder in her precious eyes
The train cries the village
the birds up in the sky
The music in her ears
Her boundless widening smile
I read of a man who wrote and sang on waves
For tokens and timeless temples intellicilium
Where the feet of the dreamer wander in forever and his mind can never sleep
All those years in the flesh 86 to be exact
To take it into his own hands rather than go to sleep in the end.
Where’s the line oh my god
Where’s the courage to lean on you the one
Where’s my strength to suffer with beauty when the time may come
Seconds and inches and moments to come