My eyes lit up in wonder
as I saw the sky ta-day.

It possessed a special shade of deep blue,
with these delicate soft cloudy strokes of white.

They were all over the place!

Some were in pairs of lines
while others continued beyond the hori-
zon we could not see.

I imagine this vivid canvas was painted by God
or perhaps by God’s angels.

They seemed to be written in a 
language only we knew.

We walk under the sky,
following this sheet of music.

As the strokes are fading faster,
we discover the meaning.

So we run hard in hand
chasing after these strokes 
to see how this piece ends.

We don’t know how long 
it will take to unravel this piece,

but we do know
we will do it together.

And here we are
back to where we have started,

and I realize how
small this world is,

so you have to make the most of it
in this never ending marathon of life,

with someone who you want to wake up to
snuggle with till dawn
to read till sunset
dance till dusk
to write till noon
and to be with you.