My Wedding Day...

Here...

Here I am....my wedding day.

No artist, lyricist, author, or craftsman could ever render anything nearly as beautiful as the visions that have rought my mind up until this day.

There...

There she is.....our wedding day.

She personifies beauty and grace. Her eyes drown out the noise of the crowd and the bell-like tones of the melodies emitting from the piano. She glides to me like the angel she is...

Here....

Here we are.....on this wedding day.

She holds my hand with such strength, yet so soft and gentle. She is stronger than I am.....my emotions are tearing at me from all directions....but she is my rock. She says yes....I attempt to mirror her strength....I do!

There....

There they are.....their wedding day.

It was everything I dreamed....until my visions decieved me....for I was last in line. Supporting the groom...my friend....my brother...."You may kiss the bride"....his wife....their wedding day.

Here....

Here I stand......on "my wedding day"

Evermore alone, trapped in my visions of what the celebration is to be like. Everything is perfectly aligned to my visions.....but I am in the back....invisible....waitng....watching him live my wedding day.