my story

Wandering through fields hand in hand, the turquoise sky turns to red and indigo in our eyes. If they could see us now, twisting through the stars with laughter. We sit, cast glimpse over the moon and rhapsodise over how the stars, so far, yet so beautiful, light up the sky for us to see our way home. And how, the longer we stay, more grateful we are for what we have. And the longer we live, no matter where or how, We are growing more and more thankful for those whom we love, us and the stars. And as we drift into sleep, we gaze at the light on the water and sing slow songs to each other, while the breeze flutters through our hair and whispers words of joy to our ears. Hand in hand again, drifting into the dreams of reality, we imagine the life we wish to dream of. Thoughts sail now, through my mind, of the happiness we live and how blessed I am that I have this person, and my love for them is as endless as the stars we gaze at, in hope of a better tomorrow...

(c)hannah jane charlotte mcmillan