She Comes To Me In White

December 16th, 2009

(Villanelle)

As unbelievable as it may seem,
I’ve always seen that vision just this way–
She comes to me in white, as in a dream.
At first it was an aura, or a gleam,
There in the dark, across from where I lay.
As unbelievable as it may seem,
I felt no fear. As if in some grand scheme,
Like morning mist, or like the breath of May,
She comes to me in white, as in a dream.
And sometimes she’ll come floating on a stream
Of blooming flowers, an immense bouquet.
As unbelievable as it may seem,
I’m drowning in their perfume, so extreme,
When, through it all, extending just one spray,
She comes to me in white, as in a dream.
She comes to raise my spirit–to redeem!
And so it happens on this wedding day,
As unbelievable as it may seem,
She comes to me in white . . . as in a dream.

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