6.08.2008

Three Who Dare


And the line stretches out
as a beam of light.
Straight as an arrow
through deepest midnight.
But false is the sight
as seen in that flight
as the line stretches on
from midnight to dawn.

One thousand hands
to start the Time.
One mind, two eyes
and a simple rhyme.
The light is there
but not quite near.

One to figure it
with love and care.
Two who render it.
That's three who dare
to play in grace
and explore this place
of sacred time
and mirrored space.

And the line moves on
as it stretches to dawn.
But to get to that place
go reverse in space.

One thousand hands
and a Heart to trace,
is the way to there,
and a place called Here.

Three two dare@!...


~ Poetry by Storm ~

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