LIFE IS THE CHANGING OF LINES

Life is the changing of lines:
White, black, then white once again.
Brown hair at night brightly shines,
Steps to the bed, shy and faint.

Life is the changing of shades,
Choosing ’twixt black and the white.
Light through the trees, bold as blades,
Virgin lips make kisses blight.

Life is in essence your cry,
Fallen to silence through gladness.
Darkness is no end of light,
Light is brought forth from the darkness.