Lines

P. D. Kai Swigart © 1994

Autumn leaves and laughter fall in rhythmic rhyme
Upon the depths of your embrace,
Floating like a zephyr through suspended time
Where day and nighttime merge without a trace.

There are no secrets from the true of heart,
The talks at daybreak paint the lines;
The lines of listening to the sheltered parts,
From which the word of life defines.

Candlelight and wishes dance in mystic lore
Across the silence in your eyes,
Silhouetting magic on a distant shore
Where fact and fancy seek to harmonize.

There are no secrets from the true of heart,
The talks at daybreak paint the lines;
The lines of listening to the sheltered parts,
From which the word of life defines.