A Last Goodbye
A finger straight
she wipes dust from
a golden plate; white
gowns, white gloves;
men stand tall escorting
all who love.
As she floats past
stained glass windows,
white gowns, pearls –
veils . . . In her eyes –
spider webs of silk,
some a dusty shade of pink.
She watches – a line of
men turn their backs from
the golden rail. Turn away
from a golden plate. . .
Once she talked of
power like a deck of
cards turned one by one.
And a sliver of light
cuts the fog – recalling
his arms around her
waist – and lifting her
to kiss his face.
She glares into the
brightest light, then
glances at a silk
wedding gown.
Her finger straight –
she lightly touches
his broad shoulders,
blows air onto his neck.
Time has come to face
a brighter light –
She said her last goodbye.
Hmmmm…it leaves me with many thoughts on her destiny..another good one!
Thanks so much Paula. It is kind of different, but very much possible, almost a plot for a movie. LOL