Wedding Dream (WIP) Version 1: Poem


I have this vision
This premonition
Of myself walking down
A chapel Aisle…
Dressed in white lace, and silver
Like a Princess.

At the end of the Isle,
Next to the minister
Stands a stranger, dark and tanned.
Eyes as green as
Dollar bills.
When I look at him
I feel
No love.
Ice cold.

And, I stand at the altar…
Trembling hands holding roses.
My parents smiling,
Beaming. Dreaming of a future
That I don’t really want.

Then I hear someone screaming
My name.
I turn around
To see your face,
Worried. Panicked expression.
But when I see you…
I feel love.
Hot as flame.

I need not stop.
I need not think.
I know what it is
Who it is that I want.

I drop the roses,
Tear off my veil,
Run to you…
Run with you!
Sweet freedom!


Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s