THE SILHOUETTE

Flip of a coin

Where do I focus?

Silhouette or the backdrop

The beauty of my world on a balance

Behind the veil awaits the dispelling light

That will chase the shadows away

But that will destroy my silhouette.

As the minuets evolve into minutes (or vice versa)

Rays of darkness feed my passion

And brings my dream to life

Dancing deeper into my soul

My silhouette pirouettes

I shall remain unseen and in the night

Transfixed on the puppet

That is now the puppeteer

Until the strings that bind me

Are destroyed by morning light.

© Oct 3, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

PHOTO: courtesy PL