Silhouette
I love to trace
what’s not seen
at first, but dwells
within the form of another figure,
in stillness, unique.
Shadows of steel, concealed
in the black night: the silhouette
which I discern and lay
shape by shape on the canvas of memory— contoured as if for mystery, to captivate
the mind, yet elusive, appearance
defying...
what’s not seen
at first, but dwells
within the form of another figure,
in stillness, unique.
Shadows of steel, concealed
in the black night: the silhouette
which I discern and lay
shape by shape on the canvas of memory— contoured as if for mystery, to captivate
the mind, yet elusive, appearance
defying...