Nothing But Blue Skies

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
~~William Shakespeare

Six years is both six minutes and a lifetime
when reflecting on my life with her. The
impermanence of life surrounding the zone
filters time erratically, with occasional
build-ups but mostly free flowing reveries
accented with affection. The edgeless
expanse of love's petal-strewn path frames
the days like strobe lights, questioning how
six years happened in so few blinks. But so
cathartic was that union in the doorway
which began on the dancefloor 100 days prior
that it's not possible there was any existance
without her, any at all. Today we'll elevate the
celebration that is part of everyday to give
thanks for being the ones who make us one.