Dreams in Cream

we sang, we sang
we chimed
and rang

in lofty towers
we found those
who in rhyme, in prose
pledged in simple shows
a heart, a dream
with wishes in cream
in gowns that flow
like milky snow

and sing, we sing
we chime
we ring

as those that gather
in the morning hour
to see away
the decadent display
the toss of the
bouquet
the final wedding day.

~R. Harder