Some day

Some day your children will ask you to speak on your past. Will you talk of the suns and the waters, the moons and the sky's? Will tell them your stories through your dimming eyes? When they ask you of love, what will you say? Will you talk of two eyes from which you could not stare away? Or will you look inward and fade with the day?

She stares back.

Have you looked up to the sky?
Have you stared into the dark of the night's eye?
She stares back.

Eyes Closed

She woke, eyes closed, conscious now of both her dream and reality, hesitant. The numbness in her arm prompted her to roll off of her side, onto her back. She listened to the sounds coming from her open window with disinterest. The door opened, with a mild creak as she checked to make sure her eyes were still closed. The sound of expensive shoes clicking and shuffling on tile floor filled the air. Soft sounds of fabrics brushing together rendered near the window. And then they were gone. Her lips parted as she breathed out, her sigh mingling with the ambient noises from the window. A smile made its way from behind her ears to the corners of her mouth, wavering between the window and her lingering dream: "i can go anywhere..."