Re-appear with me

In bountiful flashbacks

We married young, my love.

We’ll walk to grow redwood

Strong, turtle-wise.

Smooth as riverstone

Shaped by years

We’ll run to grow old.

We’ll sleep in meadow grass

Pray in humble coves.

But now, we sit uplifted,

Exchanging love

In glances, vows and gazes.

Heart to hand

To hand to heart,

Two souls, one life.