Under the glittering moon, I had notice a young women. Sitting upon a restless mountain, crying away the night.

“What do you think death is like?â€?
As she had spoken to me with the quivering lips; I had not known the answer.

We had sat up on the mountain.
Watching the stars sparkling up above are heads, trees blowing in an orderly fashion, the wind whistling past are ears.

Watching the sky pass are restless motion; watching as her head bury it’s self in my arms.

She had looked up into my eyes, with her bright blue eyes.

She leaned in for a kiss, her lips met mine. I felt the coldness from her lips.

The sky started to crackle in a brightly flashes of light.

My lips never left, nor did hers.

We were in a moment of peace, for once in are life.