Possibly my favorite poem by Mr. Dunce so far!

Dream of a Midsummer's Night

It was night;
The final night.
And it was beautiful,
Down to the veil
Concealing her apologetic eyes
As she turned
From me and walked to the priest.
I looked down.
Couldn't bear to watch,
Couldn't bear to listen,
Couldn't bear to speak
Nor cry.
It seemed as though
Nothing
Acknowledged me.
The warm summer stars,
Mingling chatter,And flirtations of lily and
Rose petals
And tulips on Hummingbird
Lips
Stole from the warmth within my
Body,
Leaving me cold.

Detached
From my hollow eyes,
My hopeless heart-
Hands!
Oh, wondrous touch
Turns my pathless feet
In a new direction.
Silence,
Save for the dying murmurs
Behind us and
The crunching of shoes
On gravel.
I turn
And see the eyes,
Old,
Familiar,
Sympathetic to my pain,
But averted.
Scared to see the pain in my eyes,
But they know.
And I know they know.
And they know I know they know,
So
I look down
And walk with the guiding arms on my shoulders
In silence.

...When?
When did the silence
Turn
Into music?
And the gravel?
It ended?
But the eyes!
Oh, the eyes!
Sparkling,
Laughing,
Dancing in the moonlight.
And my eyes-
Hollow, black holes,
Absorb the light-
Fill,
Shine!
And my traitorous feet
Move with theirs.
And we dance.
And their joy becomes mine
And their tears become mine
And as we shower the flowers
With bittersweet rain,
Our laughs echo
With the ringing church bells
And we cry
Like the giddy, hopeless children
That we are.

It was night;
The final night.
And it was beautiful.