I asked to be filled with what I need to know. I was instructed to write this down, and share it as it was offered.

Tears.

You are I are shrouded in white. You have a golden flower in your hair, and I see the brightness of your smile. There are no words, just you and just me, standing face to face in joy and contentment.

You take my hand. You recite to me words you’ve written, yet you need to look at nothing. I can feel your grip get tighter when you get to certain parts, but you look into my eyes and courageously say the words that love has transcribed.

You never let go of my hand. Through blurry eyes I just gaze at you, my heart both settled and excited in the moment. You have come home to me, and without question know this we belong in this space together. I recite words to you, written in my heart and shared with no one else. I can see a tear of joy flow down your cheek, for finally it has all be worth it.

We just stand there for a moment, taking in the absolute bliss of the end of one journey and the beginning of another. Our hands belong together, and our lips beg for a kiss. You lean in as I touch your face, kissing you softly with a tenderness of a man in love. I kiss the tears on your cheek, and together we both know we have been healed.

I ask you if you are happy. You say you’ve never been happier. You ask me the same, I have no words but these.

I once saw a mist in the heavens, and asked it for its name. 
I once reached out to empty air, and found emptiness the same,
I once remembered in my night, the starry sky above,
And in an instant here you stood, I had finally found true love.

No shroud could ever withstand the heat of this destiny, and soon the whiteness faded into vibrant color. We turned and walked toward the lake, and I realized we were standing on the dock. The mountains mirrored on the calm surface, and a couple of herons landed in the distance.

You put your head on my shoulder, our hands united as the Sun embraced us with its warmth. More tender, private words spoken in this moment.

“She’s coming,” said they. “Be ready…”