Friday, March 10, 2006

Fade

Dusk creeping softly up on day.
An orange glow.
An unspoken word.
A slow seeping away of summer warmth.
Awake. Arise.

Shed slumber from your fingers.
A fluttering breeze pulling at your hair.
Feel it whisper on your skin.
Awake. Tremble.

Step out under a darkening sky.
Disappear.