Lady In Silhouette
A lot had been stolen from her
Her honor, her pride, her smile
Fully clothed yet she felt bare
Gone are her youth and guile
Behind the white backlight
She quietly sat with subtle poise
A silhouette in the bright moonlight
An outline oblivious to the noise
Nobody sees her as she is
A blank face in black image
Nobody floats into her midst
As if aware of the cover of her page
Afar, he saw the contour of her face
A featureless shape visible in the dark
A shadow profile that held him amaze
Of how beautiful she is even in black
Determined, he started to visually paint
He saw a lady content with her place
He guessed she’s badly beaten by fate
Though he can’t see emotions in her face
For what woman can be comfortable
To lounge in the dark all by herself
A confidence obviously noticeable
In the dark where he was hiding himself
In his mind, he painted her silhouette
A portrait of a woman in the shadow
With the sweetest smile he can’t forget
A glow in the dark he’s privileged to know.
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
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