The Wedding

A poem I dedicated and recited to my sister, and her new husband on the day of their marriage.
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I tried to write a poem
Of candlelight and flowers
But all I ended up with were
A few scruffy sessions of blank words that showed nothing
Real, and everything material,
Which did not make
Marlene & Jonathan.

I come up with this poem
Listening to songs about loss
Because from loss is where they were
Found
Where two hands entwined
For a sealing kiss because
They could not bear to lose what they have
Built.

From east and west, they were walking through
Mountains, alone; but if two people
Are on the same path, is that not
One 'together'?

And so they meet under a pour of light
Like midday shine
Hand in hand strolling from lonely mountains
To stormy seas, to bright purple fields of
Lavender;
Making every kitchen and couch argument
A lot less like fights and a lot more
Worth it.

& when everything else turns to gray,
They are forever in each other's eyes,
Alive with colours.