To build a home is to tear apart

All the things that broke our hearts.

To tie together all the strings

That hung about lost as they sway with our movements like wings.

To make a dream is to rise above

the standards off what is suppose to be in order to become what we love.

To learn to say yes to the opportunities that have yet to come.

To hope that in the pleasure of our serendipity

we are faced with the consequences that our innocence tends to result in.

(I scream inside so you will hear, just how loud my silence can’t be)

To create magic is to take all the pieces that seemed impossible to obtain

and create a masterpiece.

An art that only we could understand.

So that when our home is built,

we know that all of the dreams that we kept secret were being tied together.

And it is now possible to be.

One separate unity.

We are able to become.