She lays on the grass.
Green and flowing through the wind.
Her hair blacker than death.
Her gown silk, whiter than God's light, ending with lace at lower thighs.
Her skin very pail.
Her smile happier than a child on Christmas.
Blue eyes sparkling, reflecting the stars above her.
Her feet grasping the rich soil beneath the grass.
The cliff has the water of war, battling the soil that creates the lift of eternity.
Her skin very pail.
Full moon floating the the Navy Blue sky.
She lay free.
Freedom released.