" THE BRIDE "

She comes to me
Down an aisle I cannot see
And as my heart explodes inside
I come to recognize
That she is inevitable...

And though she makes me wonder
About my hearts new found thunder
I have come to understand
We're all just victims of circumstance
And she is the inevitable...

As we stand upon the altar
The inevitable cannot falter
And as I lift the veil
My breath is sucked away
At this stunning epiphany...

This is not my bride
But the truth I knew inside
The entire world's a victim of circumstance
That never stood a chance
The final chapter, a revelation...

Her eyes a veiled explosion
Complete with full disclosure
Her kiss a prophecy
Not just meant for me
She gives the world her knowledge...

And at the final conflagration
She smiles and seems so patient
I recognize her hand
And I am frightened, yet understand
That this is not the end
Apocalypse...

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)