I am a ghost as wind shivers through me.

I am a ghost as wind shivers through me. The grass sighs, tall stalks swaying hypnotically, sensual brushes against my soul. A shrinking of my encasement, what I might call skin tight. I breathe out, my last. I shut out the eternal indigo sky, the stars' pattern etched in my heart; fall back in slow motion, disappearing into the Earth, song of the past.