We stood on the bridge
In the wake of a new dawn.
The musical sunrise reflected in your eyes;
The water below dappled gold and pink;
And I couldn’t help but say,
“Hello, I love you.”
The birds wheeled overhead.
Traffic rushed past.
No house, no money,
But nothing else mattered.
The moment I saw you,
I knew we could make it,
For better for worse,
To have and to hold.
Til death do us part,
I swear we were reborn.
My hand in yours,
Let’s march on.
The dawn creeps up from beyond the trees,
Cutting sharp silhouettes out of indistinct shadows.
The horizon is a blur of pink and gold, which fades into pale blue
And then into a still dark purple.
There’s beauty in the sunrise, but magic in the clouds.
They cast dark shapes above the horizon,
Painting pictures in the early morning light.
A killer whale breaches waves of water vapor,
While a pirate ship bursts forth from fog.
A manta ray is flying across the horizon,
And a swordfish leaps into the air to strike a pose.
There’s a pelican sitting above the treeline,
And the ship’s captain is calling for a toast.
An ocean outlined by the dawn won’t last forever,
Or even for an hour,
But it will always be remembered.
I hear chirping, spring chirping,
The birds in my tree are excited to see you.
The smell of cut grass consumes me.
No clouds in sight, winds from the night have died down.
I open my eyes and your heat warms my face.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
Cover graphic by Alex Morgan
