We stand on a ladder
And light the candles
They emit a warm glow
Over the fields and far away
Dinah runs up and down
The piano keys
What a din
Alice says
She is in her best dress
Holding a swan
Why a swan?
I ask
She chuckles
And answers
Just because
I am gripping onto the branches
Swaying over the river bank
A little boy blows bubbles
In the wind
He is smiling
Happy as a fox
Sniffing bright yellow dandelions
My face is surreal
Like an x-ray of a flower
Broken and torn
I mourn for it
In a black dress
In the sand
The wind blowing away the veil
I use to cover it
There is no running away from reality
Of course there is
She says
Silly
You just need to pretend.
