The Light, The Grace And The Wings

My throat felt stuck and all the air in my lungs was thick and cold

I didn't feel the golden sun on my skin

I instead felt as if I was surrounded by heavy rain

I didn't see the cherry blossoms falling petals

I saw only one thing in my line of vision

It was like I was in a world of cold blackness with him standing at the end of the tunnel as my only light

My only warmth

I couldn't help but be drawn to him

I wanted to run to him

I wanted to fly into the warmth of his holy light

He looks into my eyes and makes my heart weak

I can't help but walk to him

So slow that it hurt in the deepest parts of my bones

But I feared that he would disappear from my sight if I were to fly into his light

Before I know what else I am to do next I am standing before him

So close

Close enough to touch his rugged face

But still so far

As if some part of him pushed me back

Like a soft spark between he and I 

But I feel myself crossing his borders as my hand is placed into his by the priest

His touch is sharp like a blade

It cuts so deep into me

I feel it in my chest

Like a pulsing wound

Soon it is as if every part of my being was pulsating to his tune 

Burning in the warmth of his light

Until I am to weak to speak

"Suurin you are now to be of the house of Kiyon Kie! Do you accept this?"

"...I...yes…"

"Suurin you are to be the mate and god chosen bride to Kiyon the gift of haven to his house and mother to his clan! Do you also accept this?"

"...yes...yes I do!"

"You are to be his and only his do accept this?"

"Yes!"

"Kiyon you are to mate and fortunate husband to Suurin the leader of your house and clan and protector of your future! Do you accept this?"

…

…

"...yes…"

"You are to be kind and good to your bride and your children as a father and husband should be!"

He is silent again

And he stares down to our connected hands

Frozen as a stone

And breathless like he is to be ill

Then I can't help but hold his hand a bit less loosely

Then he seems taken aback but he looks up

And he looks into my eyes

His eyes are like his aura

Dark brown with black around the outsides and golden amber in the inner most parts

He is sill as stone

But those eyes are sporadic with hidden emotions

Hidden thoughts and words that fade into me the more intently I look

Then he pulls his eyes away from mine again to look at the priest

"...yes…"

"Then you are now married!"

It is strange to pull my hand away from his but we both do so and as custom bow to each other

Then we walk down the steps side by side

And I am swarmed by guests and their gifts and we'll wishes 

As my new husband turns and leaves 

Without another glance to me