Little Poem and a Red Gown

She wears nice clothes and waits for the next thing to happen. No more hospital beds or quarterly syndromes to cry. Now that you’re gone - she's divine and she's fine. Rags and traps are washed from the tears you drop. And she wears them in a ballroom as a beautiful red gown dress... Before you tell her to stop. Waiting for the dark man to dance with her. Oh, what a beautiful and sorrow pain that flows. Fresh, new, assimilated. Lovely ballerina. White lily. Timid young man. They’re in love in the starry night. Admiring the sky together. Wondering if this time they’re right. Bright eyes. Sweet smile. And their affection can finally climb and shine.