The day.

The day we waited for,
Dawned like any other.
With you across a border,
Flying ever closer.

And suddenly the horizon,
Lights up the sky a curios gold.
Not of sunlight but something more.
Though like sunrays it drives away cold.

And rust and years of trust.
Sleepless nights and meaningless days.
And declares it must must must.
End always thoughts of mights and mays and junes and true lies.

Until all that is left is what is best.
The scribe and his bride.
In the midst of the test.
Yet finally on the same side of the page.

Till paige and flower smile.
Boy and lass.
Make straight and florid the aisle.
That we must pass.
Before two become one.
To be divided no more.
And then three or four come.
To walk the path ever more.