• Pearl moonlight casts a dim glow
    Across the blades of smooth grass I sit on.
    Shadows and outlines are nearly all that are
    Visible;
    I am caught in the blackness
    Of a bold willow.
    Few clouds are present,
    Letting the stars that freckle the dark canvas
    Be shown.
    A lone bird caws.
    The soft scent of lavender eases my shoulders
    And warms my numb fingertips.
    My long hair is lifted slightly
    By the light breeze,
    A single blonde strand caresses my face and tickles my nose.
    With my knees curled against my chest,
    I can feel the subtle strumming of my heart
    On my legs.
    Silently,
    A feather-like leaf sways to the ground,
    Caught in a small flurry of wind.
    With crystal eyes, I watch it fall.
    I watch
    How the eerie moon shines down on my stone body,
    How the light makes my pale skin seem
    Almost translucent.
    Bare arm is ivory.
    A lonely bullfrog sings a sad song
    From far away, yet the mournful tune
    Still finds its way into my ears.
    Time is not present
    As I wait.
    Listening.
    Watching.
    Feeling.
    This absence of sun.