Bondage

then...

you digress.

losing sight of her beauty, of her light. 

then...

you fidget,

wandering through phantasmic ride.

then...

I draw the lines,

incongruent.

then...

I fill it up with colors,

black and white.

then..

we cross the boundary.

of this earth and of  heaven.

the moon doth free herself from the bondage;

of time , of  desolation, of darkness.

we have her , so we can have life.

©jenh2012