Lying there.
Just Listening.
The grass was soft under her hair.
The sweet night lullaby of the lagoon, glistening,
lingers in the lax
summer night
With the moon phase on wax.
The song of her soul
was sung in secret.
Still, nature knew her strife and salvation at 18 years old.
She stayed still, and listened to it,
hearing her mind in sweet song.
And, silently,
her soul sang along.
Her heart was never
heard by the people she knew.
But that night, in hiding from forever,
she heard her heart in a harmony, so true,
with the hushed breeze.
Her God,
He knew her hardships and happiest ease.
But there, He had the heavens sing to her and her thoughts.
Sing her the melody of her heart.
Lacayah Jane 