Translucent Dreams

Clouds gather overhead and

The compressed silence comes.

The Birds are being quiet right now,

For they know of this moment.

It is this knowing that allows

Even the smallest living being

To receive the endowment of

Sleep.

The girl's hands are folded neatly

Against the silky fabric of her robe.

She waits in expectancy as

The first drops of rain begin

Their descent upon the world.

She hears of a body's approach.

Her eyes alight with

Wariness.

Pale pink, rosy hair appeals

To the eyes of the sleepless

Demon as he watches this supposed

Human with some fascination

And wonder. What is this girl really?

His heart belongs to no one, yet

Why do his eyes glaze over with

Desire.

Knowing she is watched,

She rises from her place.

Her hands are positioned in

The attempt to prevent that

Which may consume her whole.

She is quick to transform.

And the robes fall where they are in

Silence.

Clouds have gathered overhead and

The silence has made

The earth its soundless home.

The Demon still continues

His search for the girl of pink

But what he does not know is

That she waits for him in

Dream.