"Foolish Silhouette (A Poem To The Master Poet)"

Foolish fool
Trying to love
Love is not your friend
Nor willing to listen

Stupid bumb
On the street
Less of a man
But more than a woman

A Silhouette
Never lies
Within itself
It is disguised

So take a seat
Beneath the ice
Of broken
And shattered dreams

You put your faith
In a man
Imperfect
You objectify

You write your songs
Behind closed doors
Never intend
To reveal the light

So sound the bells
Let it be known
Celebrate
The death of Me

A foolish love
Has been born
From the essence
Of You and me