Liquid Lines with Richard Lamoureux

His few liquid lines on solitary page
Lessons he's learned
Revealed with age
He is unsure if he should let them go
Yet onto the page they start to flow
They drip towards her
They call the Shadow
Beyond his reach
To another's mind
Within his words what will she find
It seems so hard
To lose control
Releasing a part of his inner soul

She accepts his gift
His words held within her hand
They are now hers
She takes command
If he lets her he will understand
Words create the shape of her mystical land

Losing control will help set him free
It's her path but their journey
Secrets to share and places to see

The thing about liquid
It can flow both ways
Shadow to light
Night to day
From her mind back to his own
Connected together they don't feel alone
Mystical discovery metaphorical hand
They bridge the distance they both understand

Led to her world of mystery
A blend of excitement some insanity
She offers strength with words she sings
These are but a few of the gifts she brings
Wondrous images sacred to her
Cause his rigid lines to begin to blur
Serenity and peace his spirit free
Within her Shadow she lets him be
Their minds now joined by silken strands
Strong and elegant she understands


A Shadowlam production.
Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton
and Richard Lamoureux.

Thank you Richard for your liquid lines
and for letting me join in the fun of cobbling
it together with you. It is a pleasure and honour
to write with you.