Dream Yourself Awake

ANCIENT LINES

Lines drawn thick
Contain the color
Separate the
Tree from sky
Shapes defined
None like the other
Truth in bold
The rest all lies
Shine your light
Through leaded pane
The stain on glass
Withstands your heat
Behold the beauty
Set in stone
Where brick and wood
And air all meet
Read the pictures
Drawn to tell the
Oldest stories of
Mankind with
Flattened angels
Blowing horns while
Saints defy the
Party line
Inspiration find
The dreamers
Drawing down
Their own designs
In meditation
Madly freeing
Colors from those
Ancient lines

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