A Verse

Free verse and cliches
take from the written
to give to the worthy
There is no line drawn
no line driven
no line on the horizon
just blue and black
sparkling eyes
and dashing smiles
and still no lines
for smiles
Tremors in hand
Flowers are wilted and
in the morning
When the morning comes
There are a
thousand splendid suns
and the light of
a mid morning moon
Shush, be peaceful
my babies are sleeping.