chiaroscuro

when i’m alone  
the silence  
tells me tales  
of long ago  
when hope was free  
for unpretentious souls  
seeking  
the nature paths  
of buttercups  
and sugarplums  
along winding
chiaroscuro lanes  

when i’m alone  
the silence  
sings to me  
of butterflies  
charming the flow’rs  
with dainty monarch fans  
that blend  
the evening mist  
with colours bright  
their elegance  
bent in genteel
chiaroscuro dance  
 
when i’m alone  
the silence  
dreams to me  
a little dream  
of animals  
grazing beneath cool trees  
serene  
where waters run  
fearing no snare  
of predator  
dreaming lucent
chiaroscuro dreams  
 
when i’m alone  
the silence  
secrets shares  
of lovers caught  
in compromise  
along deep-kissing trails  
searching  
for promises  
of ceaseless love  
and wedding rings  
to seal vagrant
chiaroscuro fate  
 
© Copyright 2019 April 08  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫