My Ever Present Outline Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Silhouette is my ever-present outline
Having petite in her life but me.
Fondness is in her a true occupation
Ordained as she is for a relation
Of which love is both salvager and sea,
Unsheltered earth and oft-recited credo.

In the day the soul must stride inside its shadow.
But only night can make us complete again.
Neither elation nor ache can contest across the field
Seeds with hours of darkness stars,
So vast it were, in vain.
Hope rises with each new day
Glowing with the light.
And evening comes: we hunger for the night.
But truth more enormous, and immense Can be seen at night.
Each time revealed assembles in the field
Dazzling with the history of radiance.
Know that in the darkness, free of shadow,
Unto the primal moment, not in vain,
Shines all that ever was, alive again.
Give, then, all due attention to the shadow
As thoughts echo off surfaces in vain.
Vivid thoughts shall give us facades
Detoured through night’s anonymity.
In words, we see ourselves set onward
Luminous in the bathe of light
Loitering across the blond grassland.