Unaware

As he lays dreaming,
She's singing to the stars,
And riding clouds above the raging storm,
Blissfully unaware of the shadows,
That crept to his horizons,
The soft white powdered haze,
And the poisoned mists,
In pretty shades of indigo,
And rainbow colours that drift,
In a wild kaleidoscope,
Fading away into the melting snow,
When she wakes,
Perhaps its effects will begin to show,
The sunrise on her skin,
It will tell if she knows.

~Rei Shiori