Poem: Silhouette Rain

Photo Credit:  Zac Durant

He stimulate my brain, with his intellect

Smooth like a silhouette rain, he play the game

Tries to convince me, with words like,

Soft pastel, sometime charcoal pencil, tracing,

trying to shape, silence the voice of my dreams:

I try to escape; my heart wants to be free

But he still finds his way to me

I am the perfect art of his creativity,

So, he say, he knows me:

He stimulate my brain, with his intellect,

To find out, my strength and weaknesses;

To capture my heart completely:

Still, I try to escape his way,  method of spirituality

With words unsaid, he dismissed himself

No longer needing, a season woman like me.

Empress Journee