a Girl in a White Dress Beckons Me

A girl in a white dress beckons me-

like the wind she beckons my hair

like a crash she beckons my eyes

like a dance she beckons my flair

like a song she beckons my cries

A girl in a white dress hangs over me

like a wrinkle in finality

and until the day she comes to me

I'll coarse through my days incomplete

Author's Note

quick poem, not very finalized

Reviews

[Aura]

This is interesting. This girl in white seems to have a grasp over the person. It seems as if she is a mystery to the person, perhaps that's why she wears white? When I read this, I pictured the person trying to find this girl in white from the line " like a crash she beckons my eyes" and "and until the day she comes to me I'll coarse through my days incomplete." I also liked the repetition of the word "beckons" it just sounded really good with the flow of the poem.