blue lace

blue lace

her gown was blue lace

she wore the promise of springtime and laughter. daybreak

we talked till daybreak

without a warning of what might come after. her touch was velvet

i still can feel it

that one brief moment that ended in space. sometime in mid-december

i hear the music

the echo of springtime laughter

all day i see the old days

when i'd seen the young girls in blue

blue lace. her gown was blue lace

such lovely blue lace

her gown was blue.