The Dress
I saw a glimpse of her wedding dress,
she stepped barefoot on the shore grass.
The sea roared like at Venus’s birthday,
Milky foam covered the wave’s way.
A cherub flew between us with haste.
The whirlwind playing around her waist
Lifted his lost feathers, round like a bell,
Her face rosy, her gaze blazed and fell,
She saw me spying and from above
Shadows came dressing her with love,
Raindrops covered her youthful face,
Blessing us against a vile disgrace:
A wedding dress remains a mystery,
even if in a foreshadowing reverie.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
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