The Bride
An anonymous bouquet
Raised a longing in the bride
Beckoning everyone
In for the good news
That no one
Has any good reason to live
Tears of laughter did pervade
Your ambivalent behavior
Where was your diamond?
Engaged but an instinct
Could be written over like a page
In a dead book, yeah
Whose cascading empathy
Could really reach
Beyond tomorrow
And when the dinner chime
When the clarion calls
Will be anyone listening at all?