Bride

Bride (for MZ)

I, Phineas like the look of tulle hats and side aisles & the tassels completing the train,

    or a girl's slender hair in ringlets, the dark Mediterranean eyes

not the least bit outshone by priests or whishing kneelers. A bride's own pearls

   of a dove! I even felt a dance floor sweep sweetly under her

I don't believe in the adage so I leaped and looked, and even added to elegant arms

   a star or two of my own or stately cypress that borders Boboli gardens

not to be toppled in a storm. I liked the kingdom & palace in my head where bridal

  beauty & truth (along with prince whose stride

 I pray will never slacken) tell the completed story as I hoped they'd do just for me.

     I was the newest & oldest of guests to greet them at the gates, and

 with the weight of the day's brocade and a bride's trim walk on my soul (and some

    bracing promises!), a cold starless night seemed even lovelier still.