After the fire has grown dim

The stories...

I can't explain.

The rest have drifted into sleep,
  but I can only toss.

Finally,
  I creep from my bed,
    and try to see what I can see.

Hidden by the growth,
  I see him in the moonlight,
     sitting before a patch of reflecting sand.

He sketches images,
  barely glimpsed before being brushed away.

Leaving me wanting to see them again.

He slows his sketching.
  Details showing a small frame.
   One seen from behind
      Looking through some vines.

Leisurely,
   he wipes this one away,
    and draws a smile.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Erasing someone from the picture?
:). Is that what happened?

[Jon Roggie]

No. More of noticing. He is being watched, and because it is a child's sense of wonder, he gives a subtle hint of knowing.

[Matching Socks]

Gotcha... :)