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.