You took my hand and led me up the mountain
to an ancient oak beneath a deep blue sky
the soft jade grass sighed with liquid grace as we passed,
a hawk circled above, rising, rising to heaven
singing a blessing for our love
The mountain was our awakening,
our bridal bed and final rest
the wild mountain of life, this short life
I will remember every step and breath
every touch and kiss of that day
more life and love and happiness
in those hours than all that came before.

(c) 2008 J.L. Stanley