Silhouette

i speak of a girl,
she's an angel..
..why i call her so,
she will never know.

residing in a distant world,
of milk and honey i was told..
she travels a different road,
i follow my own route..
i wonder if our worlds will someday meet.

i saw her from a distance,
a silhouette gracing the far horizon,
she's my timely constant thought..
..when i set my eyes on the rising sun.

I'm curious about this girl,
she sparks these pretty thoughts inking my scroll,
the sweetness in her voice...snares my senses,
though I'm not her choice...I'll take my chances..

my silhouette in the evening golden sun,
you fail my sight..your graceful figure growing hazy..
swallowed into the horizon,
dark clouds hover over my yearning heart...
you robbed your presence from the perception of my eyes..
i speak of you in the words of this poem,
etching this moment on paper to last a life time,
watching out for the setting sun...
to behold once again, if only one more time..
..to see the golden glow of my angel's face.


signed: lyricist
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