Silhouette

Rise and fall 

winter's exhale in an 

empty world 

void of 

Silhouette of laughter's calling 

distance, too far 

from any dream, 

spoken of light 

in the shadows 

and the shadows in 

light 

dance far across the sky, too 

far to touch, only one, one 

still, stands, looks 

out 

Like rain in the sparkling 

remembrance, the spark 

of knowledge, that is there 

buried, but forgotten,

there, but lost

somehow

somehow, there are no 

constellations in a clear 

sky, closer to back 

against silhouette 

and flickering 

wick of a 

candle 

there is fall and rise 

of shadow in light 

and the light in the 

shadows

flickering to its

own story