She walked in white
and wore a white dress simple.
she was Beauty writ so blatant and blinding
Her eyes flashed smoking, fierce she ruled that day,
her day, and as her one choice my day too
and all was bent and formed in her glance.
There was a muddy brown hillside behind the church,
slick with recent rain fallen brown and fragrant
onto October ground boasting in pumpkins and passion.
She was eager to the altar ascend, and she hiked her skirts
and then herself and up that muddy slope treacherous she
trod on hinds feet, on glory wings and she was come into her Own.
I stood fearful, clad in brown drab (and hidden inside the hole of me)
I cried out “be careful baby! omg don’t fall!”
and she turned, halfway up, left leg poised up hill,
right leg firm, rooted to the very core of the Earth (and her solid present self)
and turned loose those brown lasers on me…flayed me, saw me hiding
(but didn’t know it was me she was seeing).
Her hair moved in the dancing wind and she flung out her hand
(oh her right hand sought, kissed, and become my bridal bouquet)
and she said “Do you actually think I would Stumble on my wedding day!!??”
I wanted to fly into a million pieces, each one singing screaming crooning
blessedblessedblessedblessedblessed…I wanted to coalesce, come out,
but instead I just stood there, gaping and fearful and frozen.
Her lids lowered (that adored half mast glance), softened even
as they grew more chrystal amber gold and she said
“Come on up baby, I am here always” (ohhh)
I took her hand and ascended (were my feet even on the ground?)
and we walked into that building decorated and celebratory
and got scolded by the clucking biddies cus we saw each other before…
The next time I saw her, she moved in music and light, rode waves
and walked forward to stand at my side and never go.
And then she said I did, I do, I will…then we lit Our Candle
and I was delivered to Joy forever.
Happy Anniversary my Dearest Darling
I never lived until there was you.
Love, Charissa Grace