The Crease, An Artists Line

The center line divides us
as one, two halves
..........

One eye to see the beauty
as pinkening meets the vibrant sky
and one to see the darkness
from beneath, it's rise

ones who beg, to knees they fall
with owing hatred in their eyes
what seed would make their wish take root
and nourish to grow wise

An ear to hear the whistle
amongst the windy chimes
and another to hear the sadness
in black and white night cries

One mouth to share the center
divided at bloody tongue
in one accent, "I love you"
another the stones are flung

The howling fills the off time
as darker fog crawls in
with breath to smell the fondness
of un-sweet and bitter sin

The flutter of new wings
on fresh and dewy morn
each petal flings it's sweetness
unto evil, scorned

It is with one breath that I breathe what is given

There are always two sides, two faces
each of trueness, each of lies
an artist knows this crease
and draws his center line

-Luckdragon80