We brought our dreams
Gently to this place.
Ninety years of yearning stirring in our hearts.

Solid as the rocks,
Transient as the mist.
Part of history, place, imagining.

How did it happen? This miracle of life?
This soulmate?

How did it happen? This miracle of life?
This landscape?

Like barren rocks
Our roots go deep
Unseen, unfollowed to our very heart.
Sea bathed, storm wrecked and battered into form.
Carved out, grain by grain.

Wearing each day
The mantle that reflects
Our world.

A slight of hand
Makes darkness light
That none should see
The bands of sorrow
Streaked across the years
Until exposed by some tumultuous shift.

We hold this moment dear.
Back into the dawn of time.
Forward to its end.
We glimpse a rainbow
Spanning the divide.

It is enough
To satisfy our need.

These mountains
Stretching to the sky
Are here when we are gone.

So, when comes the day when I am but a shadow in your life;
Hidden by descending clouds and iridescent night.
Remember this, and smile.
We brought our dreams
Gently to this place.
It is enough.