"The silhouette of dreams, the shadow of desire"

It's all captured here inside my mind, beneath the vulnerable soul. Getting trapped inside my own imagination of tommorow's hope or where the future is going to take me. Im trapped in the depth of a dying dream. The night sky slowly moves around my heart and I look up at the descending sky. I saw myself, though I see only a silhouette of me, yes just black. I cant determine the colour, the details, the emotions of me, there in that black shaped me. I see myself, on the loveliest movement I've ever done, it must be the ballet or the graceful javanese dance. The hair, neatly falls down and little curls on the most bottom part of the back, the dress, swiftly sways while dancing with my most graceful movement. Everything's in synergy. Lovely. But the details ?

I cant see..Is that me ? or just my imagination ? Im trapped here, inside my own mind or maybe drowned by my own dream. I need to look down, back to earth. I finally leave the sight of the night sky and my silhouette. Then, I look down. On myself here on earth. Sitting on the balcony, staring down on my left side. A shadow, of myself of course. Another silhouette, or just a common shadow?I am blessed with desire, I still have feelings, wanting something very much. I suddenly realised, which men live without desire? I breathe with it. 

Dreams and desire, who owns it? me, yes me. It runs inside my mind and soul, but Its blur. Only black