Blue lace
Her gown was blue lace
She wore the promise
of springtime and laughter
Daybreak
We talked till daybreak
Without a warning
of what might come after
Her touch was velvet
I still can feel it
That one brief moment
suspended in space
Sometimes in mid-December
I hear the music
The echo of
springtime laughter
Old days
I see the old days
When I see young girls
in blue blue lace
Her gown was blue lace
Such lovely blue lace
Her gown was blue