After Viewing A Defeated Soldier Wishes to Walk His Daughter Down the Wedding Aisle by Dario Robleto

My ghostly feet
in the boots I wore when I died
leave my trails in the dust.
My blood, no longer congealed,
now puddles in my wake.
My tears for my wife,
who loved me while she waited,
and who is now free to love another,
punctuates the sand beneath my treads.
But my daughter, my daughter, my joy of joys...
my love for you is so, so strong
that not even death can keep me from your wedding.
I am there with you now.
We are walking ever-so-slowly
arms entwined, eyes bright with hope for our futures
towards your young man.
You're thinking of him, not me
but I understand.
Still we continue, though the aisle grows longer.
For me, this aisle is the sand.
A desert without end.
I walk with you, for you, my beauty in white.