Your line

A thousand lines written in what you see as a dead language. One line recognizable.... words Gin clear to your heart. Holding a deeper meaning, a forgotten secret or a simple laugh. Remove your focus form lines written in a dead language. Hold dear the words which speak to you. Keep your line, a gift from me to you. Your line may be written in another's dead language, show no concern. My words written in a stream of consciousness, a language as known and alive to me as the face of a newborn to his mother’s eyes.

Unable to be your translator of dead languages, simply being the hand that holds the pen..... The pen that writes your line.