| VIII. Of you. Of memory, almost as dream. A flash of silver in the dark of thought. A silent wish dusted across the sky, and fading with the last lost hopes of a child. Of love. Felt true and deep as his eyes gazed into her heart, and his kiss fell sweet upon her lips. Intoxicated with the drinks of the night and by the madness she felt, the change, the defiance of all she thought she was. *love just happens it needs no attachment* Indeed not as Star discovers her small self cradled in the arms of the unexpected. Cradled in the beauty of a lonely wish granted true. Lost, for once not in the cold grip of dispair, but the soft embrace of care and warmth. And into the night beauty was woven as a cloak about them to shield what they shared from the passage of time into the unknown depths of the past. And in his arms, in love and gentle sighs, sleep overcame, and bore to dreams the little blue Star who knew not, the hours for love, were swiftly passing out of reach. |