i’ll build us a castle of glass, my love.
painting on the wall of you with him,
in wedding white and painted clouds in the sky
i’ll treasure you forever.
I walked gentle down the aisle,
my footsteps follow yours for
every minute that you lived,
flowers in my hair.
why, don’t you look polite now…
i loved you when we swung our toes
a hundred feet above the icy
forevers of the ocean.
you looked peaceful when you
floated up, white under clouds,
your lips dark scarlet than ever before
your cold white heart, now frozen.
T. E. Pyrus