She awoke with a start,
There was a presence in her room.
He smiled at her gently,
With grey eyes
He beckoned her.
His movements were fluid,
And reminded her of the wind.
When he disappeared she flew from her bed,
Out of her house,
Into the night.
She didn’t feel the rocks as they jabbed into her feet
As she ran blindly,
Following only the silver of his skin in the full moon light.
He came to a stop at the precipice of the crag,
Above the grey-green sea.
He turned his head slightly,
Smiling sweetly,
Those grey eyes once more beckoning.
The sudden gale didn’t seem to blow him off the rocks,
But instead scoop him up.
She gasped, and reached out instinctively for him
She didn’t want to be left behind.
A few short steps
Brought her to the cliff edge.
She tilted her head
Towards the inky black sky,
Closed her eyes
And lifted her feet,
Letting the wind scoop her up.