After the dawn, a lovely shower from the night’s rains fall from the stilled palms strewn about our haven. I hear the morning birds singing off in the distance, and wonder what the night held for them. Life continues all around me, even in the moments when my heart does nothing but dream of you. Perhaps that is life for me. If it is I beg the Universe that brought the rains, made way for the morning sun, and gave the birds a voice in the chorus of life to let me live. Let me love. Make this life worth the effort it took to survive.

I close my eyes, not to erase the view that lays before me but to capture it. I wish to ingrain that moment in my heart’s storied pages and not lose it to another. Born a twin to the masterpiece before me is the feeling that inundates my Being. My soul’s sweet rapture, my life’s summit, my surly beach with unending sand and a perfect horizon is realized in the moment when my eyes have opened to the sunrise, and my soul to the harmony of all that stirs around me. There is your name, my love. It seems there has always been your name.

Before I knew your name it had many forms. I once called you “impossible” in honor of that moment when I saw no hope in finding you. I knelt before frozen gods feeling nothing but the cold, never realizing that just beyond their altars there was a warmth. A warmth that was to be my destiny.

I once called you a “dream”. I would find you twirling in my slumber, laughing at the music you heard while your dance shook dandelion seeds from their nests. I could hear the softness of your feet on the hardened ground I trampled on and I wished, I prayed, that one day I would have the rhythm to dance with you. If only I had the courage to meet you where you were.

I once called you “hope”. Through the darkness of my nights, I would pray for your star to rise above my horizon. I would look for you as I navigated my lonely seas, longingly begging for my compass to point me home. When the storms raged I wished to wipe away the clouds to find you way out there, in the distant darkened sky and would pray either for survival or a quick end. When the end seemed near something would ignite within me, and I would feel you, and I would continue on until…

I once called you “possible”. In a life where the impossible was often realized, when life was gifted in the face of certain death,when a left turn meant demise, I would feel the tug of something pulling me to the right. If a breath was possible in the face of drowning, you were possible on any lonely sea. If steps could once again be rooted in this sweet earth after losing the trueness of my footing then you were possible in a world made unreal by life’s insanity. I would find you. Even if not in this lifetime I would honor a promise I made to you hundreds of years ago. I had no choice. It is my destiny.

Then I called you “love”. I waited for you to come down from heaven, stride through the threshold, and hold me in the arms I’ve missed over several lifetimes. Afraid though I was, I could only surrender to the truth of us, the monumental occasion promised to us a forever ago. I was a helpless babe in the winds of the Universe blown into your arms, a sea turtle caught in love’s sweet current who has surrendered to the net you had cast.

Now I call you by name. Sometimes that name is “impossible”, sometimes it is “my dream”. Other times it is “hope”, and in others it is “possible”. But always, no matter what words seems to fit the moment we find ourselves in, “love” is appropriate and honored. You are my great love, and you were all I have risen to discover.

I am here, loving, wanting, your partner until…

Forever.