Vision of a Wedding

Two bodies against the sky.
No applause. No shouted promises.
Just silence, wind, and a choice that stays.

She is light in motion, a veil that doesn’t ask permission.
He is shadow and ground, steady when everything else wavers.
They meet there, at the edge of the world, where love needs no explanation.

This is not a pose.
It’s a moment stolen from time.
Skin recognising skin, even when everything else is fog.

This is not a polished fairytale.
It’s a real story.
Raw. Intimate. Forever.