Glacier white, freedom free, beauty to the bone.
Innocence or faded. . .what is the color of your soul?
For endless years,
A plea, a prayer, a promise
To let the sunset successes fill your dress.
Turn what is new to red and blue,
For there, then, and that
Is the start of suns and skies.
The beginning of you two.
Anywhere, when, and how
Never live too far apart.
No whisper is wasted if it's a thought from either of one of you.
For now this day becomes
One and one is two, simple markings glint upon ones finger through and through.
When you go walking hand in hand,
Out and in the world,
Don't forget how you met
And the things you both went through.
Perchance a time will come when colors dry dull to grey
Just remember that one summer.
Glacier white, and freedom free, and beauty to the bone.