DRAW ME A LINE ON YOUR PALM

Poem no. 18: 31st December 2024

Would you make a confession?

If my hand extended towards you,

Holding a starry night within reach,

That you may draw upon my palm

Healing each line of our destinies

Would you share the secret?

Were my heart to sail

,And my hair to mingle with the Zephyr,

Whilst tattooing each verse

Of another line from our destiny.

Would you grant me a future?

If I were to see my life in you,

And the hands of time predicted

A reign eternal with no conflict

Where only the lines on our palms are drawn.

GOD SAVE ME