Lines

Lines, lovely lines
An effortless dance of vanity
Between and across
Blank pages of my sanity

Lines, lonely lines
You knew the paths to my mind
My soul of scribbled letters
Born, worn, jumbled by the grind

I remember those lines
I remember that script
The acute twists and curves
The strokes that were your streets

All roads and all the lines
From the word mill did spill forth
A metronome in disarray
Yet always pointed North

Without the warmth of signs
Each rhyme and crossroad lay
Yet you knew which way to turn
As the instruments work and play

Lines, lovely lines
How they dance on endlessly
Ageless, formless, mystery
Upon the chapters of my sanity