Crossing the Line
There is a line beyond those woods
invisible yes undeniable yet
its quest is everlasting and must continue
for there, queries may be filled with truths.
True there is a line behind these trees
Giants, keeper of the secrets
too deep for you and I to fathom at all
for without a doubt it can be ours.
Our very own line to paradise hidden
that which is reserved
to those like us armed with patience
for passion transports in an instant.
Then the moment, the line a new path
is written in words to eternity
as it walks meandering into the ether
for the simple ones, opening to all hope.
More than hope the line now tangible
fading into the infinite
disappears into our certain destiny
for it is done and now it begins.