In My Nightmare I Wore A Wedding Gown

You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross

Yet you stared at the stained floor

I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom

The bouquet left no petal

For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang

But you remained unmoved.

I was there almost

I even took the veil

But instead of taking my hand

You lit the candle

Then sprinkled water

On to the glass

Then laid a rose on my breast.