Read between the lines
the lines in my face, the lines of pain,
worrying and hardship.
The lines of wisdom and virtue
through tears,
The lines of sleepless nights
the scars of winter,
Face pale as the moon maiden eyes,
once diamonds now like pearls,
Read between the lines of the brush
every stroke, a work of beauty
every stroke a piece of my soul produced
on canvas;
never can a stroke be wasted.
The painting of my entire being; my soul,
Read between the lines the lines
of poetry,
The lyrics of a song
words never coincidental,
A deeper meaning in every phrase,
in every thought.
Read between the lines
the lines of life,
A leaf forever being turned
mysteries ever unravelling,
A lesson always being taught
to be learnt.