THE WEDDING OF NEVER
slowly she danced
through the fog and toward land
over the cool waters
as if led by a band
the music would have been
a slow rhythmic pace
her movements were swaying
and so full of grace
she appeared to be wearing
a long flowing gown
with a veil over her face
and her head bowed down
her feet did not move
as she floated by
almost fluidly
like cirrus clouds in the sky
she seemed to be on a mission
mysteriously drifting
with outstretched arms
her head sadly lifting
she was calling a name
faintly over and over
with the sound of desperation
as if searching for her lover
she was softly sobbing
her voice began to falter
it had become apparent
she was jilted at the alter
in the distance a voice whispered
I am sorry my love
the ghostly bride disappeared
and in her place appeared a dove
through the fog and toward land
over the cool waters
as if led by a band
the music would have been
a slow rhythmic pace
her movements were swaying
and so full of grace
she appeared to be wearing
a long flowing gown
with a veil over her face
and her head bowed down
her feet did not move
as she floated by
almost fluidly
like cirrus clouds in the sky
she seemed to be on a mission
mysteriously drifting
with outstretched arms
her head sadly lifting
she was calling a name
faintly over and over
with the sound of desperation
as if searching for her lover
she was softly sobbing
her voice began to falter
it had become apparent
she was jilted at the alter
in the distance a voice whispered
I am sorry my love
the ghostly bride disappeared
and in her place appeared a dove
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