The shovar translucent in the setting sun

calls us in celebration.

The shovar blast forms into a living being that coils

into the air.  It finds the ocean and pounds

in the waves. The trees whistle with the wind

of its passing.  Flowers tumble

off their stalks and lie in greeting on the sand.

The shovar molds the grains of sand

Into a golden floor. The whole beach shimmers

as two people pledge to be together forever.

They become one with the edge of the world

they stand on. Their joined souls

gather all around them into this one pure moment

of perfection,

of peace.

It was my long held belief that fulfilled, unimaginable dreams happened to someone else. Not for me the shared Christmas moments of man and woman standing arms around each other admiring the swags of greens and lights entwined on the staircase.  Not for me the Sunday morning whispers together in the thin light of early day. And certainly not for me the intense words of love. I must be trapped in someone else’s world. Not for me the one single perfect rose. Not for me a man bent down on one knee asking me to share his life forever. Never in my world did two people in love spread happiness just by sharing theirs. And certainly never for me the perfect ceremony, crying happy self, happy teary eyed children and a man looking st me as though I were the rising light of day. But there I was, here I am, in a place where ceremonies are perfect and parties of cheeseburgers and tropical drinks spread laughter and shared fun around a room of strangers. Here I am and here I will be the proof that dreams you never knew you had can come true.