When The Soul Is Silent

How a Silhouette loves

I am a shape in the background.
All I do is add to a scenery.
While I'm busy trying to fit in,
The clouds blew away and I became the only grey color in the sky.

Even as a shadow, I need the light.
Without it I disappear.
Without it I am nothing.
With it I can imagine that I have color.

I tell a story like puppets behind a flash light.
I can shift into a ballerina.
I am a gymnastics master,
I float in mid air.

I am noticed only, when you are lonely.
The lonely nights you can't bare.
Stumbling over the words on your lips.
When you're intoxicated by your sadness.

When you're spewing the words of heart ache.
When the poison drips off your tongue.
The gruesome darkness in your eyes.
Despite all this, I don't run.

I will be a silhouette in the dark.
An image seen with least of light.
Though my outline is faint.
My presence is still there.

I can never be your candle in the dark.
But I'll always be there.
I'll never fade away from your sight.
This is how a silhouette loves.