Longer Lines

Longer lines besieging his eyes,
longer lines
surging against the shores
of my page.
Longer lines, my hair;
longer still, his silhouette
in my mind.
Long is the fair, fair morning
but no longer than the shadow,
the night steals from me.

Longer lines, the raindrops;
longer lines
urging me out-of-doors,
out of the cage.
Longer lines, my tears;
longer still, the trail of blood
on the floor.
Long is the dear, dear flame
but no longer than the wait,
it deals me in.