Her Even Breath Lingering In Air..
The soft exhale...
Against the whispering Wind..
Floating in from the window sill..
As it whispers sweet nothingness..
She can only wish..
Even when wishing seems hopeless..

She is still dead to the world...
Eyes Shut..
Hands still...
Clutching close a soft comfort..
Moonlight lighting her sleeping form..
Shadows casting themselves on the walls...
And all eyes are on her...
She can only dream..
Even when dreams seem meaningless...

The night continues on...
Her hands moving gently...
Finding what is not there...
Breathing...
Her chest rising...
Falling...
A soft groan escapes her lips...
Rustling of sheets...
Tossing...
Turning...
In her dreams she runs...
Even when she's running into nothingness...

She's basking...
Basking in the moonlight..
The outline of her body...
A silhouette through her curtains...
The wind caresses her face...
In the silence of night...
She is loved...
She feels it...
It cradles her...
And she no longer shies away...
Even if not shying away causes her, her alertness...

She clutches the sheets close...
Wishing that she was clutching something else..
Someone else...
Involuntarily she shivers...
The wind has touched her too much...
Eyes wide shut...
She sleeps there...
In her dreams she keeps holding on...
She continues to fight....
Even if fighting seems fruitless...

Cause even in her dreams...
Even if she seems careless...

She loves...