A Serendipitous Occasion
You ask where you will lie after your death? Where lie the souls unborn?
We exchanged our vows between
a rising full moon and an ocean setting sun
a top a dune made of sand,
Two different points of reference,
not an ending or a beginning,
but a blending of lights, a union—
A serendipitous occasion,
until death us do part.
Now I am here and you are everywhere
in that blending of lights we shared
not so long ago, when we vowed
our love to the heavens.