Brightly colored tulips.
Bleeding red roses.
White pigeons in flying choreography.
Choristers in golden robes,
singing with voices beyond angels.
Diamond rings and chariots.
Red handwoven gown sweeping floors.
Groom cannot believe his eyes.
A wedding in December;
A Christmas honeymoon.
Just the way they had dreamt.
Yet the man who painted the dream,
pitifully perching on the last pew.
How is he not in a tuxedo?
Why is he not walking down the aisle?
How did he become a face in the crowd?
His lips shook as she read her vows.
He knows it word for word.
Yeah! It's his own piece.
He wrote it on her last birthday;
The day she broke the news to him.
"I'm getting married,
I cannot keep up with the fantasy,
I'm settling with someone else"
Everyone is merry;
Everyone but one man.
A man who watched his dream come to pass,
Yet no one noticed his presence.
His role was snatched in broad daylight.
And all he had were his daddy's words,
whispered to him when he was a boy;
Son, sometimes the lady in red will dance with someone else!
