In... Wonderland

I'd Wed You In The Summertime

I made a wish as I blew out the candles on my birthday but it didn't come true.
So I woke up at midnight and stared at the sky - formerly blue.
And in my deadbeat state of sleep; I saw an electric beam bounce along the night's blanket;
A shooting star; something made of magic.
I wished for you, wherever you may be;
You are my beginning and you'll one day be my ending.

I don't want to step out of line but I know I'd wed you in the summertime;
With pastel pinks dancing amongst the clouds;
Our nearest and dearest forming crowds.
Roses scattered down an aisle leading to a fresh page;
Ready to tell the story of the greatest love of this age.
On the cliff side kissed by Mother Nature's farewell;
Our day in the sun will be the angel's story to tell.

After creating enough memories to last a lifetime;
We find sand between our toes and your hand in mine.
Playing poker and games with a deck of cards as humidity evaporates our hair;
And the mosquitos die in the summer's heat; too senseless to care.
Our honeymoon will make the whole world jealous;
Because they know they'll never be us.
I wedded you in the summertime;
A summer of suns, stars, sex, signs.

Our apartment echoes; vacant of life;
As we dance across the loft, barefoot; how nice.
The only two light sources we seem to have;
Are the refrigerator and our phones; but we're kind of glad;
Glad that we have this prologue of prose;
The beginning of a life hellbent on words;
Words withering in aches and words wondering in awe;
I wedded you in the summertime; for change and for law.

Twist my words like a knife in my heart;
As I write damaging poems; bleeding into art.
I love you too much to watch you die like this;
You even feel pain in his mysterious kiss.
A broken home broken by the man upstairs;
Children terrified; running off scared.
Eulogies with empty words of remorse;
A home hollowed into a house of your ghost.

As pastel stones crackle across the shore;
Life goes on; like a conjunctive word; moreover;
Perhaps, one day your memory will fade into a soft breath;
The one thing preventing your return from death.
But, I want you to know that I'm okay without you;
Your memory is a hug I'll never let go of; I never do.
I'll slow-dance with visions of you at dusk;
As the sun paints a vivid descent; something gorgeous.
When oranges and yellows warm the sky;
I'll be reminded of our wedding in the summertime.

And in the blink of an eye; I'm under the night's spotlight again;
As our story hasn't even begun but it just ended.
I'll wait for you and I promise I'll smile;
Until our wedding in the summertime.