Between the Lines

A voice within me used to say
That I should ever rest at ease:
That I was born to dream, create,
Have faith and know love and peace.

I am delighted to obey,
I do believe the Sun will rise —
Like I would rise to fame one day,
Albeit but after trying times!

My poems are the wreaths of light,
Enlaced with mellow grapevines…
There’re life and death, and day and night,
And two of us — between the lines.