your words echo in the reception hall of my mind
like wedding bells that were only destined to ring for a time
The guests have gathered to see the happily married couple
The feast is plenty and the flowers are beautiful
but as the doors to the hall creak wearily from their heavy hinges
one pair of trudging feet makes its way to the celebrations' fringes
The grooms head is hung low
his gaze is meager, Laden with sorrow
the guests look on, the room quaint and quiet
the groom takes his steps towards the great hall, his tears are heavy, cheeks violet
he holds up two fingers to the bar tender, his collection of spirits looming over them on the shelf
"one for my love, and one for myself"
the groom drinks slow, let's the searing gold cleanse his brazen chest and weary brow
and while reaching to raise his lover's glass, remembers of the stories and promises she told
"my lover had a different path than our aisle of forever" he tells the guests somberly
"but i know her feet will take her home. see, her Father knew what was best, and He knew she needed what only He could give. She's in better hands than mine could ever be, and her heart will be treated better than mine could beat for her. she made me promise my world, and i gave it gladly, but His will be the universe and more. here's to moments, the months, the lifetimes we shared, and here's to always and forever. don't be gone long sweet adventure girl of mine, you're all i will see in my heart, in my dreams, until the very day i die."
he lowered the glass, and placed it gently on the counter.
through blazing eyes, and stinging tears, he hung his head and whispered to her,
"you might be far, but you're close to my heart. whatever life brings, and wherever you go, i'll be right here."
the groom stood and watched as the guests left the hall
he waited until he had seen them go, bar tender and all
he stood waiting for his bride, his lover.
he prayed that someday she might return, but until then, he'd wait in the beautiful hall of their dreams. her words still echoing through the chambers of his mind, just bells that were only meant to ring for a time.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
your words echo in the reception hall of my mind
like wedding bells that were only destined to ring for a time
The guests have gathered to see the happily married couple
The feast is plenty and the flowers are beautiful
but as the doors to the hall creak wearily from their heavy hinges
one pair of trudging feet makes its way to the celebrations' fringes
The grooms head is hung low
his gaze is meager, Laden with sorrow
the guests look on, the room quaint and quiet
the groom takes his steps towards the great hall, his tears are heavy, cheeks violet
he holds up two fingers to the bar tender, his collection of spirits looming over them on the shelf
"one for my love, and one for myself"
the groom drinks slow, let's the searing gold cleanse his brazen chest and weary brow
and while reaching to raise his lover's glass, remembers of the stories and promises she told
"my lover had a different path than our aisle of forever" he tells the guests somberly
"but i know her feet will take her home. see, her Father knew what was best, and He knew she needed what only He could give. She's in better hands than mine could ever be, and her heart will be treated better than mine could beat for her. she made me promise my world, and i gave it gladly, but His will be the universe and more. here's to moments, the months, the lifetimes we shared, and here's to always and forever. don't be gone long sweet adventure girl of mine, you're all i will see in my heart, in my dreams, until the very day i die."
he lowered the glass, and placed it gently on the counter.
through blazing eyes, and stinging tears, he hung his head and whispered to her,
"you might be far, but you're close to my heart. whatever life brings, and wherever you go, i'll be right here."
the groom stood and watched as the guests left the hall
he waited until he had seen them go, bar tender and all
he stood waiting for his bride, his lover.
he prayed that someday she might return, but until then, he'd wait in the beautiful hall of their dreams. her words still echoing through the chambers of his mind, just bells that were only meant to ring for a time.
mg
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