when life blows in my face
I know to head that way
into the wind that you embrace
searching for the end that disappears
with my thoughts of black on white
if you care to touch the ink
that flows from the fear of joy
grip it tight with all your sight
with knowledge of black on white
cut me with a knife
to see how deep you are in
the smell of wood and stubbly chin
holds your plough straight
as you look in
we build our dreams of black on white
pull out my smile you find within
and open this page to where we begin
© 2011
Thanks Slings & Arrows for the beautiful words, always. Lisa
Haunting blend of image and words
Wonderful image and imagery.
xox
J