“The Willing Spirit”
Sweet are the thoughts
that last in memories,
waves of pastel blue
near the sea shore
my remembrance,
the curtains drawn
raindrops on a pane
reflecting your beauty,
dancing twirling around
your golden gown untied.
Staring at it falling down
your amazing slim legs
in the warm night air,
confusing me now
hidden from view,
with this dream
alone in my mind
proposing marriage,
my ring on your finger
walking down the aisle.
Black roses in my hand
the bridesmaid crying
as the dark shadow,
who will carry you
in this casket,
covered in lace
a tissue on a face
with loving thoughts,
will you marry her now
desperate a spirit in fear.
Waving a final goodbye
with this lonely cry!
Is this a mystery
why must I die
with my lies,
the vision
disappearing
being confused,
dying for these sins
waking my spirit in tears.
