The Silhouette and The Painter

I want to paint this girl in silhouette

who's about to choose a path in the fork,

then wish I can choose the path for her,

point to where she ought to go.

She's lost in thoughts and in my thoughts,

but found herself in my painting,

or did I brought her into life?

I've picked the colors for her backdrop

gold against gray,

sun kissed rays against the lifeless trees

She's alone

and I can't provide her company

except the dead trees drawn

and I know she's more comfortable that way,

since she won't allow me to intervene.

I cannot see her face,

it's hidden in in her unkempt hair,

and I want to brush it.

Is she facing me or facing away?

A painter can use more control of his art.

I can't keep her off my mind

and I prefer it that way,

but she's bigger than life,

unlimited and boundless.

Suddenly

She picked up the brush

I am the one being painted.

I am the silhouette.

by Neil Palteng