National Poetry Writing Month: Day Seventeen, "Wisps and Embers"

So clear,
A gust drifting,
Velvet under starlight,
Washes over skin,
Tender flesh,
Neither living nor dead,
Life among the lifeless,
Louder than slumber,
Whispers within dreams,
Quiet like dusk,
Ripples on the ocean shore.
A leopard creeping,
Paw prints in the emerald,
Meadow trampled underfoot,
Crouch among the bark,
Leap,
Pounce for the prey,
Through wisps and embers,
Ashes of all that is good.