BETWEEN LINES
Between angels,
between lines,
the lines drift on.
One world,
in the other,
beyond.
Between lines,
the invisible,
swimming,
flying,
walking.
Moving,
among angels,
gazing beyond.
Each day between lines,
in the silence of noise,
submerged within the good.
Floating against the tides,
in that other unseen world,
between borders, without limits.
In concentric waves, there,
discovering something more,
those white angels,
no one sees.
On the other side,
there are interlines,
far from the senses,
where souls shine,
between the other frontiers.