Brambles flourish in the dark,
Flay your mind and choke your heart,
And if you feed them fear and hate,
Of your soul a husk they’ll make.
A lonely tree in a quiet glade,
Wrapped in varying shades of grey,
Sits, and quietly wonders why,
It would ever need the world outside.
We sailed through the tempest,
You and I;
Made our shelter in its furious arms
And found solace, knowing
That we too were a force of nature:
Terrifying, yet transient.
The storm knows it will some day fade.
That does not halt its passion.
So why should it diminish ours?
Here, at the quiet limits of the world,
I sit, and watch the earth revolve.
And I know, that over the expanse of time
We saw the same beauty in a sunrise.
The sun slowly bleeds in to the softening sky,
Leaking its arrogant glow over the quiet flow
So swansea was looking pretty cool today, once the fog rolled in.
How can the tempestuous winds of life
Harm love built in the heart of a storm?
It knows the tempest’s strength; chooses to scorn
Rather than fear its hand. Husband and wife,
A bond beyond the slow measure of time,
Stretching in infinite loops. Never torn,
Though the years beat upon it with fists born
Of envy. Envy of love, pure, divine.
From the outside, looking in, I see
Only this hyperbolic view of your
Happiness. And I hope my sight is true.
Because you deserve this. To me, it seems
You have earned the right to bliss. And before
This gets cheesy, cut it short. Here’s to You.