We raised our hands to touch the sky.
The rain poured through our souls,
And like the puddles, we rested there
Silent and in control.
With eyes like stars, we cried "to love!"
And raised our crystal glasses:
A toast to challenge, to triumph, to joy,
To every day that passes.

We read the clouds, the dreams that lay
Tucked inside the silver sleeves.
What elegance that gesture held,
Such promises to believe.
In contemplation, we found ourselves
With satisfaction arm-in-arm,
And walking here, we rested our heads
In the grass, tangled with warmth.

For words that perched on the top of our tongues
There was no way to escape.
So spoken hopes chilled in the air,
Wrapped in their velvet capes.
"To love!" we cried, once more with spirit.
Our voices soared and rose,
And those clouds we reached collapsed the sky:
To end, to finish, to close.