The moss at her feet
Feels cool to her touch
Her robe slowly falls
As dusk lights her way
Waterfall pouring its trickle
Nearby accepting her
Body as one with the rain
Her drenched skin now
Soaked with smells
From pure naked green
Her hair dried from
Wind as the breeze
Catches its breath and rain
Falls from dark clouds
Wanting to reach out
To touch her wet soul
His body rises from the dead
And he takes her in his dreams