You were gracing the sun and the balcony
The window, hiding behind the breezy winds
The vast and pronounced evening shadows
Were playing a symphony.
In this beautiful, silent moment
I was just another company
A lowly poet, cheap and ready
With catchy and attractive rhyming stance
Floating and warring
Content on the surface of those
Dense ‘sous-entendu’ words.
I was merely peripheral
Engaged in cosmetics,
Never inside the content
Groping for the ‘non-dit’.
It is little wonder
I had to remain as a number
Like a brown paper cover
With a silver ribbon
Upon which, the giver pens
About the intent;
Though this importance
Is temporarily noticed
In a while
It is to be fearlessly throw out
When the unexplored, wild
Twilight, a treasure within, unfolds,
A language beyond words re-opens.
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