I walk the line
My line specifically
When that line
Went over the edge
I followed
Cause it was
My line.

Weeping turtles
On angels' wings
Electric harps
And choir sings
Traveling time
Remembering
As an era
Comes to close

French chabot
In fruited hues
Revving engines
With horses used
Nothing that
Compares 2 U
And songs
We'll never know

From pain
Was born a troubadour
Pushing limits
Breaking doors
Supernova
Evermore
Songs with
Silent lines

A legend lost
Within the mist
Of mewling souls
Interminus
Taking time
To reminisce
The party ends
In nines

Literally anything
limited only
by your imagination
and maybe
your good taste
but ******
I find myself writing
the same thing
again and again.
maybe because
I've yet to say it right.

Crazed chuckles
almost drown out
the whole
absurd situation
but not quite
soon the grin
will fade
and tears shall fall
but not today
probably.

A twinkle in the night sky, a cold and distant light. A precious jewel that pierces the curtain of night. What is a start that we should wish upon it. When we in our mortal state call to it for guidance of our fate, can we be sure that it is still there. Its light has traveled so far so that we can see it. At one particular moment it is there then can be gone. So I choose to believe that wishing upon a star holds a purpose and a place for me, even if the star upon which I wish may have been gone before the world even knew of me.

She could talk a shadow back into the light..
With just the simple shine of her words....