The fresh, crisp air fills my lungs,
As I lie back beneath the shaded moonlight,
My view obscured by the outlines of leaves,
I lie there,
By myself,
Alone but more importantly,
Myself,
I lie there in a simple white dress,
Though darkened by the night,
My ebony hair still a few shades blacker,
I lie and sing softly to myself,
As the stars dance in my eyes,
And I plead with them to hear me,
Despite the distance,
I lie there beneath a clear night sky,
hearing muffled suggestions of reality but,
Ignoring them in favour of peace.
I lie back,
And smile softly,
Content with my own company.