I was never an early riser

Yet I watched the dawn break that day

Hiking up a mountain

Whose history is as old as time

Whose stories are biblical

Stories of an army lost to themselves

A place where many lives were lost

Juxtaposed with the new beginning of mine

For as the sun creeped up

Over the horizon to announce

The start of day once again

He asked me the question that would

Stay etched in brain, in my heart

The sapphire placed onto my finger

To proclaim to the world

That I am his, his is mine

A promise made on land

Where other promises had gone to die

The blood of the past

Binding me to him

Sealing our sacred pact

I’m still not an early riser

But I’m glad I was that day