Gold For Silver
A creature awakens
intangible in the haze;
a fleeting idea by faint, phantomlike, light.
Silver bars on charcoal clay
scarce, and inadequate
haunting, but in a soothing way.
Rustling bones chatter
a murmured chant just within earshot
lullabies for dream weavers
hushed and eerie.
Goose-pimpled skin bites back at the breeze
effortlessly gliding through
catching faint glimpses
which slip away just before taking form.
Somewhere a lantern burns
a glass walled prison.
Inmates dressed in dancing orange jumpsuits
convicted killers of predawn blues.
Light for light.
Gold for silver.
A creature retreats
intangible still
on the edge of a dream
to be forgotten by day.
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