A lonely soul trapped in a wisp of girl sits in a solemn silence by the lake outside my window night after night.

I cannot help but finding myself caught in the ethreal beauty of her melancholy wrapped in the glistening moonlight.

Mesmerized by the almost melodic way the wind tousels her seemingly silk inky locks.

My heart undoubtably anquished by what tragedy such a beauty must have seen to become the strange lonely shadow below skipping rocks

I never see her face yet I always...