When time tells our story
it will start with a flower,
that became a song,
strung together over years, across oceans – through
rains and dreams.
When love paints our story,
it will blossom in your heart again and again,
my colors reborn in you from fire and water until
joy falls in the shape of tears upon all the happiness
you hold in our child.
When I write our story,
it will bathe in faith and light
each word a poem tied to the stars casting hope
against heaven and earth
pulling their brightness closer to forever.