Gold Dress

By Bruce Clifford

I saw her in a gold dress
She's caught up in a cold mess
Flowing hair and wind that blows
I saw her in places that nobody knows

I was the life of the party
She was the motion in the wind
Why put up with each others sorrow
Not knowing where to begin

I had a vision of her in a gold dress
No other images came before
Still holding on to this fire that burn
I can't let this go, this I am sure

I can't get her out of mind
All of the time she's is with me

I had a dream of her in gold dress
Getting caught up in deep distress
Can't seem to find away past this pain
I saw her again, she looks the same

©2/22/13 Bruce Clifford