The Black Line
Written and Illustrated by: Jon Jun F. Ignacio
In shadows cast upon a canvas black,
There lies a line, a thread of mystery,
An enigma, unseen yet leaves its track,
Its presence felt, an intricate history.
The artist's hand, with stroke both bold and fine,
Embraces darkness, where all colors blend,
A mark profound, a tenuous design,
That guides our souls to places deep within.
This blackened line, it weaves a silent tale,
Of secrets whispered in the midnight air,
Through valleys, hills, it shimmers, without fail,
A reminder of journeys we all share.
So let us follow where this line may lead,
And find the truths that lie beneath its creed.
For woven in its depths, a world unknown,
Where hearts and minds forever wander free,
A tapestry of dreams, a realm undone,
That only those with open eyes can see.
This line, the gateway to imagination,
Unleashes magic from its ebony core,
A gift for those who seek illumination,
A key to unlock life's mysterious door.
Yet with this power comes a heavy weight,
For darkness oft conceals the brightest light,
And souls may falter, stumble in their gait,
Lost in the void, forever yearning sight.
But fear not, for this line is not a snare,
It offers solace in its gentle sway,
A guiding beam that whispers "I am here",
To guide us through the night and light our way.
So let us hold this thread, this blackened line,
And let it lead us to horizons grand,
Where truth and beauty intertwine,
And guide us with its wise and steady hand.
In this dance of light and dark we find,
A unity profound, a sacred whole,
A cosmic balance of the intertwined,
A masterpiece that nourishes the soul.
And as we reach the final two, we see,
This black line's purpose: unity in thee.