On This Day, there shall come a Sound, soft and slow, yet with an enduring Rhythm, rising as Golden Wind, to capture The Souls of all Men, and to embrace The Hearts of all Women . . . from This Moment on, until All Moments fade, The Sound shall be known, as The Breath of Angels . . .
Now, Alone Together, with The Fire of Life in Your Eyes, You will stand with Hearts as One, and talk, of Days to Come . . .
The Voyage is upon You . . . place Your Hand in Each Other’s, and feel The Dream, The Desire, and The Devotion . . . Your Hearts will surge with joyous Anticipation, as You navigate The Oceans of Promise and Fulfillment . . . You are to become The Treasure of All Dreams, for if You laced Each Moment of Your Lives Together, with fine Silver Thread, more Precious would They be, than a Web of Pearls . . .
A Bond of Freedom is forged, to explore YourSelves through Each Other . . . Every Moment shared, is a Testament of Faith . . . in Your Purpose, Your Path, and Your Passion . . . Together, You will grow, and harvest All that Life’s Bounty has to surrender . . . and A Bridge of Gold awaits, crossing One Hand to One Hand, One Heart to Another, Two become One, and One, is Always for Ever . . .
Imagine a Place, where it Rains only when You Wish, and Wishes come True only when You Smile . . . or of moving a Mountain of Shadows from Your Heart, with just a Touch . . . or of searching The Heavens for The Truth that lies within You . . . or of gazing into The Center of this Most Blessed Union, for The Light that Always shines There . . . Imagine Love . . .
And Tomorrow, in The Final Pages of Your Story, when The End is just A Beginning, You will sit, Once More, with Hearts as One, and talk, of Days Gone By . . .
from A StoryTeller’s Dream ( Dream I ) The Third DoveTale – The Gates of Dawn