Asleep and Unassuming

Her eyelashes flutter 
As she sleeps, far from restless, in the grass
Alone, but hardly lonely
A lack of color in her face
A lack of pain in the complexion
The picture of peace
The picture of contentment
Asleep, unawares
But still to be woken
Still to be burned
Still to be imperfect, one among many
But for now
In the grass
On her own
She is at rest.