posted March 19, 2011 07:12 PM            

Oh, the prime improbability come true gives my heart the strength to beat again. Oh, the impossible prophecy fulfilled, in not so many words but twice as much meaning. Oh, the way we sing to each other in numbers, the way we always have, the way we always will.

Oh, your silly laugh. The bells ringing in my ears and the stars shining in your eyes. Oh, the way we make one another drunk. A vague promise and no reason not to believe it will be honored - at least, not tonight. No, let's just sleep on it.

Oh, the angels whispering my own name in my ears. I ask myself, "What, do they think that I have forgotten my own name?" and realize that not only do they think that, but it is entirely true.

Oh, the you and me that we have created. A thousand words a day, a dictionary compiled of every word I give to you as a gift. Volumes bound in silk and eternity, covered in the dust that falls off of the wings of the Angels you sent to me and the fairies I sent to greet them, filling my lungs - cough, cough, cough.

Oh, the way you are nothing and everything at the same time. Maybe in a year you won't mean much to me, but now that I have you all that's important is what it means to me to be alive right now.