Silhouettes

It's always the silhouette
That tells me
There is something more

The passing clouds of a wealthy evening
Floating colours of another day's ending

It's the silhouette
That trumpets along my auricles
With a message... of something more

Chronicles of returning feathers
Torn apart along distant time crystals

Scattered silhouettes
Along the architect's canvas, signal
That there is something more...
                      to darkness, light and life.