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.