The Sublime Spirit Poem by Vivek Haldar

The bride waited for her beloved.

Even as the emerald leaves shriveled and fell, she waited at the altar every day.

Ever faithful. Ever loving. Ever hoping.

As flakes descended, she stood once again at the altar.

The doors flew open and her heart leaped as she spun around and gazed down the aisle.

It was not her lover, but a courier. He bore tragic news of her lover's death.

The bride fled the altar and took her own life.

Her ghost returned to the altar, where her beloved stood waiting.