The Silhouette
You ask the evening sun to wait a second in the background
While you stand in the crescent boat with the infatuated sun behind
A black passion in golden lining looking hypnotizingly romantic
The setting sun from behind wants to hug the silhouetted passion
Darkness comes and stands in front providing cover from public view
Enabling the two to get into an enchanting play of black with orange
The waters stand still the wind stops blowing for a fraction of a minute
They gaze at the woman in pitch black hue with golden curves at the chin
Neck and below, a black princess in a hairline gold frame from head to toe
Now in high tide and next moment in a low the boat in a rise and fall
Under the pink inhalation and black exhalation of their deep breath
I stare at for a long time and could feel the love in lovely black spree
We who are blessed enough to see such golden black whispers
As the sun descends gratified splashing orange happiness
And the murmurs of river banks make love with the sprinkled gold
We feel what else we need to have the taste of truth and beauty
Of this beautiful world the disease and death notwithstanding
Look there smearing the smell of silhouette the white owl has come
The beauty slowly disintegrates and dissolves in the shapeless dusk
The happy owl with its enigmatic eyes looking at the time in flux
15/09/2017
For The Contest Silhouette
Hosted by: Craig Cornish
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