A Vision in White
The occasion, wrapped in bluebonnets and baby's-breath
that dance in a wind that tenderly sings:
"Can't Help Falling in Love".
A smiling father waits to officiate, while
a brunette boy with flooding eyes,
is waiting
for his Vision in White.
A sheath column of silky ivory tulle to glide up her legs,
meeting a bateau neckline with
alençon lace to decorate the bodice.
With a butterfly sleeve ready for flight on her slender arm.
Hair, the color of fresh mulch,
pulled back into a dignified braid
that slightly crumbles with whimsy.
As we witness this Vision in White decay
the fountainhead is lost.
One that mocked and teased for days
before overtaking. Is our sorrow
growing larger than our memories?
Is that where daily Joy too could
disappear?
