Above the skyline of our dream,
Our souls entwine as one
And share a technicolour spin
For timeless Ferris fun.
The years that serve to keep the count
Of stars we’ve snatched and skimmed
Across our fantasy’s ocean
Where ripples spread untrimmed,
May they be gentle like the wind
That swirls our Milky Way
With every blissful memory
Of every night and day.
We just had a brief weekend getaway to celebrate my wife’s birthday – surely wasn’t easy to bring all three kiddies along. This year, rather than yielding to the profiteering of Hallmark or the like, I decided to hand paint (or, more precisely, “mouse paint”) my own via Paint – no smarts for Photoshop, obviously. Anyway, wifey was pleased; and I’m saved for another year!