In his dream one night he saw her
sailing in the sky
in open crypt she laid on flowers
as sirens sang their cry.
Above green hills she drifted by
with fragrance sweet and silky
as virgin waifs hovered over
her skin was white and milky.
He wished to kiss her in her sleep
to see her spring alive
to be his friend his real love
his spirit to revive.
In his dream one night he saw her
wearing gowns of bride—
and when he reached to touch her lips
he noticed she had died.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 22, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
The Bride — Watercolors on paper
