Caelum

There is a space

of our own creation.

A place,

we share.

Soft red carpets,

and book shelves

of empty books,

filled with stories

yet to be written,

with crackling fires,

and raging storms,

where we twirl

and dance

in the warmth

of the fire

and each other,

where we smile

at each other

in the vicious rain and wind,

despite the chaos,

beauty will emerge

from him and I,

because we both

choose

to be here,

to stay here.