I hear no church bells- draft 2

Daisies cover the field like waves in an ocean

-crashing down on my eyes in currents of white, yellow, and green

I feel the softness of lace trail down my back to my feet

Orange-gold bracelets clink on my wrist as I reach for his hand

These blue topaz and silver circles sing our fingers electric as we taste this fire that is love and smell this freedom is youth

I give my vows with certainty because I wrote them myself

I hear no church bells but I worship in this open air

on this mountain we bind ourselves
man to woman
woman to man.