The other morning we both woke laying flat on our backs.
My arm was under your neck as you rested your head on my shoulder.
This was the same position we fell asleep in the night before
And although it was just a few minutes before the alarm, when this story started, we laid there,
neither one of us acknowledging the other was awake, and neither one of us moving.
As we lied there helpless to each other,
we waited until the clock struck 6:10, at which time
we rolled towards each other and with open mouth, but not a word, we started the day

And that night while you walked the neighborhood, and we let ourselves be by ourselves
I ran along the highway and over the bridge.
All the while, you hung on, and as I made my way around the bend to join the current of the river
you held close, as i dreamed, daytime dreams, our dance, our first evening on our own patio
our many evenings

Now just a few hours shy, I’m here to continue with elatedness knowing there is nothing else to ask for
Our patios will come, and those moments we talk about 50 years from now
about that time on the patio, those will be real, those will be ours

But as we stand here ready to start our beginning, lets just leave those 50 year old memories
to when we have fifty more to look back on, and instead walk towards all we have to begin.
with strides meant for living, you and I.

After today things take on a new light
it’s a bright light, with sharp to the eye streaks stream unto you
and back to me, it cuts
cuts through all that attempts to come between
because it was someting meant for permanence. It was something part of a movement towards the natural
It’s following it’s path and we are falling into stride, things accept to live around it

April. April.
With your spare bed and your big heart
when the sheets were clean, we went on mini vacations
and walked those beaches together

April. April.
Today, all those things we sat up late into the night talking about
knowing that, yes, yes, it was only a matter of time
yes, yes, time has made its mark

What only feels normal, is to take your hand
and continue walking forward.

Minutes before I began to write this sentence
you sat down to write your own
and before i stumbled hands full, away into another room
you reached your arm out, with a confiding look in your eye
nows the time we put in our own words, the reasons we’re looking at each other right this moment I said

“Not that we don’t have reasons you said to me
not that the reasons don’t have definition
but my love, our reasons you know, wouldn’t be what they are if we can put words to them”

What could I do but smile.
My love, sometimes we’ll find some words, here and there
that we will say about them, they won’t capture our reasons
but they will point us to them

So my love, that is the direction we’ll walk
you put it in gold, my love
lets walk and talk.

-Jozef de Vries