When the teary heavens' clasped in fist, <br />to conflagrate and be the fire, <br />I was with you in silhouette. <br /> <br />I was with you, <br />In the convergence of your dreams, <br />Part of designing fancies, <br />Meticulously touching simple places <br />into extraordinary ambiance, <br />Defining the recluse to gain world's applause. <br /> <br />Works were splendid, <br />In greatness, ended; <br />but, the heaven's you've risen <br />Made good friends forgott'n. <br /> <br />I was with you [only watching you], <br />Exhilarat'ng in the realm of affluence, <br />But, forget'ing simple mem'ries <br />your intelligence'd commenced, <br />‘til with clad fist, you've strangled the heavens <br />To tears may yield ‘til more greatness <br /> attained in urbane. <br /> <br />I was part of the heavens you killed; <br />and, left me dreaded with the dead. <br /> <br />I was with you, in the wind's gust, <br />A minstrel, reminding you the darkness of unjust, <br />Aiding your step and loving you still, <br />Again reminding you, <br />'My friend, you're ascending into hell.' <br /> <br />I am still with you, as silhouette, <br />Now, fleeting in shapeless atmosphere. <br />Your resemblance in the night, <br />A dark reflection, aiding you to light, <br />With cold pat, whispers <br />Wake up <br />Wake up <br />Wake up<br /><br />Bonics Bachinela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-with-you-in-silhouette/
