Dew

No memory of shown, the knee length grass
Cold wet with pre-morning dew
Dampens the ends of her dress.
            She does not notice...
Her curious laughter lingers in the silent air.
As the sun reaches the horizon
And the sky comes alive!
             Barely breathing...
She sits next to her love, and waits...
As the petal falls from the rose in hair
And the tears dry on her cheeks...
She turns from the magnificent view
And walks away bare fingered.