blossom end of her white dress

i love her,
let me
cross
at the
narrow point
of river,
 
i look up
to see
the blossom
end of
her white  
dress,
 
music playing
haunting songs,
crawling out
into
the wet
shroudy weeds,
 
this
is where
i last saw
the blossom
end
of her
white dress,
 
the last
they saw
of me.