Deep Poem by Sarah Sisson

Deep inside a moments time
is rough and watery, not kind

Into a pot of melted ice
i throw the batch of wedding rice

They do not swell, they remain cold
I can not trust; to have to hold...

...you for the days that come and go
I'll linger without bridal glow

And for this coming day of ours
I know the way, I see the spars...

...that come before us, cant you tell
there will be pain, the wedding bell...

...will ring and truth will set aside
the loss when I become your bride