That Sacred Night

Her name was Jake. She was new to Greentown. She had long, black hair that the sun glistened off. A delicate figure with a slim, pale body. She was graceful when she walked, like she was walking on a cloud or cutting through the sky like a sawn cuts through the water. Her eyes, that is what I remember most. Blown glass blue, the kind that looked straight into your soul. They told me everything …

…that hill until the days grew too cold. Sometimes I can see her eyes in the sun and smell her perfume in the air when I go up to the hill. I never talked to her, and maybe it was meant to be that way. The time we had with each other and the look in her eyes, was that, no words could ever express. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography** this was a project for my english class.