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.