Silhouettes Poem by Randy McClave

Silhouettes of a woman that I can see from afar
The moon is your backdrop I wonder who you are,
You dance and then you pose, then you remove all your clothes
Then when I think that you are looking, I look up at a star.
I feel odd and quite strange, so I turn around and I walk away,
Maybe I might come back again and see you another day.

I go home and I think about you, the rest of the night
Are you black or Asian or maybe like me you are white?
Are you old and aged, or are you mature or teenaged
How I wished that you had turned on your bedroom light.
Then I had a thought that made me worry and go pale,
I hope that in indeed you were a female.

My experience reminded me of the allegory of a cave
Where I am the poor prisoner chained up like a slave,
In my mind I try to recreate her, from a shape and a blur
I should have tossed a pebble at her window, but I am not brave.
If only with that silhouette there was also a voice,
Then my soul wouldn't be in turmoil instead it would rejoice.

Throughout the night I tossed and I turned I could not sleep
When I tried all that I saw were silhouettes of counted sheep,
So, I sat up in my bed, I noticed that they were wolves instead
What is false, which is real and which one should I keep?
Maybe tomorrow in the light I will look for a familiar form or shape,
Then my thoughts wouldn't run rampant, and my imagination wouldn't escape.

Will destiny decide that I should never go past her house again
Truth and reality can turn into temptation, revenge and then sin,
Maybe a dream or a thought, is the wish and desire that I had sought
Or maybe when one fantasy dies another one must begin.
On my nightstand in my bedroom I will now keep a small statuette,
Now when passing lights hit upon it, I can fantasize about its silhouette.

Randy L. McClave