Lines

Tracing over each line
Hands move graciously,
Like a living god,
Sees all,
Knows all.

This art,
Living in the minds,
The hands,
In the hearts,
The lines.

Beauty in motion,
drawing, some works,
This is where we were made to live
As gods,
In these lines.

But when we run out of
Space for these lines,
We wont wait for the arms to heal,
We'll just switch hands,
And draw a little more.