I See Her

I see her; like a ghost through the grass
She moves, but does she see?
Her eyes are closed. Her heart? Who knows?
I've got to know, what does she see?

Does she see the birds?
As they circle in flight? With the wind caught under their wings
Does she feel the wind?
Blowing her hair around? Does she hear the bird as it sings?

Is it useless to call out to her?
Even if she heard would she turn round?
Should I try? Should I call out to her?
And see if there is depth within her to be found?

If I got near her; could I touch her?
Or would she flinch and shy away?
Would she let me take her hand in mine?
Together would we spend her last day?

Her skin so pale; looks frozen to touch
Or is it only my imagination?
If I ever get a chance to touch her
Will experience meet expectation?