mostly sunny in the low 90s

less than a week

hands trembling in anticipation
struggling to translate my mind's chaos
into an appropriate snapshot.
as the lone moon falls to the dust
and the sun can finally rise
on a shared life.
a story that began in the field of fire,
continued to the tower of inspiration, poetry and love,
has not only endured but prospered
across the distant valleys of time,
and now comes to completion.
as the final grains of sand
fall onto the pile of yesterdays,
i know the long awaited hour
will strike like a bolt of thunder
and end as quickly as a dream.
although the celebration will remain
in only photographs locked in the closet
and half-true memories,
we'll walk forever onward
hands entwined.