S I L H O U E T T E S

Look closely. The silhouttes dont lie
I see a different beauty when its the sunset that i spy
You cant comprehend the bliss
Its far more than a lovers kiss
It gives a fresh breath on my lips
the beauty of sihouettes that is.

I yearn the spot for the magic to be seen
It's the rays of the setting sun through the tree brances and in between
I sit by myself on hilltops and by the trees
When my mind is clogged i want to set it at ease

Its not easy when i have so much to think for
This beauty that I see comes in a way that apalls me more
Silhouettes dont talk to me, they whisper much more
They constantly surprise me with their knowledge that makes my mind feel so poor
My words flow out because i translate their beauty
I speak to the silhouettes because they confide in me


They are too afraid, of the light that scratches their beauty
Because only when darkness is to approach, is when the silhouettes start to sing their song softly.

PART 1 

Her eyes were mellow.

Bright blue and shiny but she made them shallow

She trained her mind for matters to be shoved in the gallows

For there was no other way to hide her sorrow

There were many who wanted their part in her smile

They were willing to go that extra mile

She was beautiful, qwerky and benign

Her beauty was unspeakable, so divine.

Her eyes used to shimmer and send sparks to ones mind

She was amazingly graceful and her aura was just shine

She pleased all and made a secret sign

“ Be careful, I am as sharp as wine”

Through the seeps of whistles and winks

She stood out among the petite little female links

Amazing charisma and out of the world intelligence to drink

This glass of wine was as mysterious as a sphinx