the woman in the white dress

stood over the edge of the bridge.

the damsel let up her parasol to shield

herself from the blazing sun.

the green in her eyes

matched the green of the lilys below.

the birds humming around her

introduced a new sincerity.

the maiden stood still for a moment,

enjoying the sights.

she toed off the creaking bridge,

heels echoing faintly.

she breathed in the smell

of the dew drops on the grass.

she took off her dress

revealing a white corset.

she let her white shield down

and bared her feet.

staring into the clear

surface of the pond,

an image she came to know

was staring back at her.

she dropped her belongings

and waded into the lily pads

home.

she stayed awhile

above the surface.

eventually,

she became one with her surroundings.

the birds stopped humming.

the sun stopped blazing.

her green eyes

dulled.

for it was her last moment

of happiness,

of a world that was

constantly moving.

she slept a deep sleep,

becoming one with the stillness.

her slumber,

undisturbed.