Lines would shiver when it grew.
The sky so cold, the world sublime
for the things I draw come true.
Once, I sketched a girl I knew,
whose hands were silk within our mime.
Lines would shiver when it grew.
Hours passed till I withdrew.
There was no ladder left to climb
for the things I draw come true.
I made one, then she made two.
A village rose of chalk and grime.
Lines would shiver when it grew.
A callow god with worship due
amidst the chants, the bells that chime
for the things I draw come true.
So, on this slate, I start anew
erasing details of my crime.
Lines would shiver when it grew,
for the things I draw come true.
*Based on Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings
Slight Edit: Leanne suggested a smooth fix for L16-17.
The sky so cold, the world sublime
for the things I draw come true.
Once, I sketched a girl I knew,
whose hands were silk within our mime.
Lines would shiver when it grew.
Hours passed till I withdrew.
There was no ladder left to climb
for the things I draw come true.
I made one, then she made two.
A village rose of chalk and grime.
Lines would shiver when it grew.
A callow god with worship due
amidst the chants, the bells that chime
for the things I draw come true.
So, on this slate, I start anew
erasing details of my crime.
Lines would shiver when it grew,
for the things I draw come true.
*Based on Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings
Slight Edit: Leanne suggested a smooth fix for L16-17.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson