White lines of clouds in the sky-
Swift footprints of the wind.
Sins sunken, washed away by tide
On high glass salty rind.
White lines of insomnia dreams
Across the night and sea.
Moon hiding under sun hat brims--
The twilight sunset glee.
White lines of lies in dire truth
Gone whispered in despair.
Mute and unplayed subconscience blues.
Whose turn is it to dare?