A moon glitters

in a frozen sky.

We walk quietly

careful

not to wake the nightmares

sleeping in the corners of dreams.

Blue butterflies flitter

in and out of cobwebs

gleaming with pearls

and pale children

stare

with empty blue eyes

a future that came too late.

People talk only in echoes

their faces are memories

once there

but now gone.

Night falls endlessly.

Our fingers laced,

our bodies pressed tightly together,

but our minds are still separate.