Betwixt the Lines
Betwixt the lines of all our lives in morning light of sun, Grows the days of golden rays where life may still become, A fragranced well to heal the ails of all our senseless toils, Keeping true both soul and mind from all that looks to spoil, The truth set free and yet to be anew of life made whole, Where rot was spoiled of all its soil and what is wrought made gold. As cast of shadows fade like fogs make great the would to see, Give place to make a path to trod where ever you maybe, A gold to find, a silver share, a diamond's true reflection, Forgetting all the calloused minds who feign for pure deception.
Jade Jaspers
