Noces rouges

I will marry you
On a rainy day
Made of tears
Of forgiveness

Cries
Engulfed
In a breach
Of 
Amnesia

Tears
Flowing down
A wide
Torrent
Of recovery

Scarred wound
Wrapped
In a bed of
Reminiscence

Dressed
In a pale greyish
Song

Violin strings
And languish
Tired
Body
Dancing in
The smiling
Wedding room

Dressed 
In dignity
And pride

Censorship
Of ignored
Muted
Pain
A nightmare 
Swallowed
In the light
Of a fresh
Frosty 
Dawn

Falling asleep
Cuddled
In a timeless
Peace