Lines of Lunacy Are All But Unleashed – Poetic Prose Tanyajo

Unto this house we will a home… living far inside the palindrome… from back to front it is the same… hiding inside the sights of plain… ore’ the pathway of beauty abounds… as water rushes in solemn surround… what was lost in truth we found… as we make our way to higher ground… faded in glory we feed on the light… hungry we hang on to witness the sight… bending in borrowed time we yield… ourselves to a state of reverent appeal…. the lines of lunacy come to be… as color comes from her fingered tree… a branch divides the rushing sea… with marks made up of harmony…. reveling softly in water’s aire… where hope is high and love is faire… listless yearnings will all but bare… as silent dreams doth take you there.                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                              poetic prose – tanyajo

Lines of Lunacy Unleashed…

unto this house

we will a home

living far inside

the palindrome

from back to front

it is the same

hiding inside

the sights of plain

revel in the garden aire

where hope is high

and love is faire

listless yearnings

will all but bare

as silent dreams

doth take you there

poetic prose – tanyajo