The Night Before.

How could my heart have been
so subtly lost,
when I now smile at the air
and how it whispers across hidden stars
to wonder where the
dance will begin.

How could I believe the world
would refuse my hand,
when I feel
songs unfold themselves
merrily.....
changed with
the thankfulness of the year,
changed to become
a true love's wish.

And, tomorrow, we will be on our way
to a time where we waltz
to the musical fall of
imagined
snow....
once upon a windowpane
where I painted candlelight
the night before,
in celebration of what
we would soon say.
.
.
.
.
I give you this love,
to last this season
and all the night before's.

-

Written November 24, 2011.