Lines

Vines twine along these lines

that keep falling on me- 

On my feet, chest, neck, and eyes

I can barely breathe

.

The misty sunsets form in lines,

streaming widely through the skies

Floating high above my eyes,

They shine in front of me  

.

Birds dance and fly in lines

tranquilly crying the finest tones

across the sultry skies at night,

hovering over the earth, alone 

.

Inspiration comes in lines,

driving me through the trying times

as I long for the morning light

to form again before my eyes

.

The days come and go in lines

creeping beneath me, stealing signs

of the doubts that I have kept inside,

unfolding before us, in the lines.