352 Hopeful

352_Hopeful

Hope is the last memory before fleeting perfect love.

That God led you to,

In truth and full as Spring.

Replete, from a sandstorm,

From the Sahara,

Arriving, from thousands of miles away.

Smoking up in sunlight,

Enjoying sociality before bed,

The Architects congress to see future visions.

Designing the best buildings,

And part of an international team,

That work hard, play hard, and we are finally playing out our lives.

When the waters break,

The spiritual babies arrive,

And the surfers rip the highest crashing waves.

I share memories of a story untold,

The hopeful future of marriage,

Where the warmth of the sun would light up the alfresco table.

From Spain, and back someday,

To mountains, Asia, Australia, and Spain again.

We will travel and see.

We are ready to commit,

To tell each story of everyman; a heart of loneliness.

Now reignited, as one with three small children.

I confess the session.

Will you marry me, Isabel?

I do!

Love AB X

AMEN

Dedicated to Isabel.