she is
dreaming
of his face drawn
silver and shadow, turning
towards her by the window-
at last, the mystery will be revealed
holding her breath, she imagines a
cold mask of death, when at last
the moon's gaze is complete
she is awed by his soulful
eyes, color of sadness
equal to her
own
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub and Flash Fiction Friday for the G-man- 55 Words
Picture credit: Elena Kalis
