She dances in her silken dress of brilliant blue and smiles …..
Sometimes she adds an overskirt of intricate patterned, whitest lace.
Different shades, mottled and confused, as tears fill her eyes and gently fall.
Dark, grey, rough fabric, course to touch and stiff to wear are soon replaced –
By black! No patterns. Just darkness that is dragged around,
Its hem caked in mud, as she mourns her gown of blue.
Gradually, tiny lights, shy at first, begin to twinkle
Decorating her gown with a thousand jewels!
Slowly her back begins to straighten and her dress begins to change –
Into gold, orange and yellow – mourning lights begin to brighten –
Until once more she wears her gown of blue.