A THIN LINE

Just a thin line, Between air and flatlines, Of what faith is and where love lies, Could be close to thin lines, Yet, closer to where the heart sings, With memories becoming void... ...And his, you cannot avoid, One look at this sun, one look at this son, You come a bit closer to the fat line of life, He becomes a thread, a pulley, A reason and push, He glows at you with eyes like the sun, Giving reasons to choose not to cross... ...Over at the thin line of the doomed void.