--on the occasion of their wedding, August 24, 2002
unexpected, hoped for, and not how it was supposed to go.
Last night it was a dream; today it is who we are and how
it's supposed to be. I don't know who was dreaming then.
Love dreams too. Of constancy, despite the weather pattern
of an azure home, neither east nor west, and of its taking more
than sincere kisses to storm any shibboleths from the tree.
My dream is a love that wakes, and wakes to ether. I give it to you.
When you open your eyes, remember what you saw when
you were sleeping. Remember how it felt to feel and feel your way
along the shadow to its edge. Maybe the sun is a distant dream
of heat. I don't know but that you know better the warmth of day
and the altar where a second star burns. When I close my eyes, I feel
you are near, rather, rising, and intended to light the day from beginning to end.