Twilight In December
Standing on Franklin Street
she's the noon tide silhouette,
just a moment afterwards I was captured in her rapture,
a strung up marionette, the twilight silhouette.
I saw her on Franklin Street
in a house full of passion, just a shadow in a
fantasy draws the line in my reaction,
drowning in her eyes reflection,
like a mirror in my recollection.
Traveling on Franklin Street
leaves me just a silhouette of passion,
tied up in the rapture, a reflection of a fantasy
I see in your eyes, a caress that is recollecting
in my mind, like an image in a crystal ball.
I met her on Franklin Street
we went for a drink or two,
to share an open moment.
I could not be an opponent of her dignity,
I put my feelings out in front of me,
just to share her desire surely does inspire me.
A silhouette set on fire at the touch of her hand,
the twilight of a man.
P. J. Campise
