I Was With You In Silhouette Poem by Bonics Bachinela

When the teary heavens' clasped in fist,
to conflagrate and be the fire,
I was with you in silhouette.

I was with you,
In the convergence of your dreams,
Part of designing fancies,
Meticulously touching simple places
into extraordinary ambiance,
Defining the recluse to gain world's applause.

Works were splendid,
In greatness, ended;
but, the heaven's you've risen
Made good friends forgott'n.

I was with you [only watching you],
Exhilarat'ng in the realm of affluence,
But, forget'ing simple mem'ries
your intelligence'd commenced,
‘til with clad fist, you've strangled the heavens
To tears may yield ‘til more greatness
attained in urbane.

I was part of the heavens you killed;
and, left me dreaded with the dead.

I was with you, in the wind's gust,
A minstrel, reminding you the darkness of unjust,
Aiding your step and loving you still,
Again reminding you,
'My friend, you're ascending into hell.'

I am still with you, as silhouette,
Now, fleeting in shapeless atmosphere.
Your resemblance in the night,
A dark reflection, aiding you to light,
With cold pat, whispers
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up