Elemental Vows
[for our 6M in August 2025]
Andy, my love, my grounding earth and wild fire, my flowing water and steadfast air, my spirit entwined with mine—six months have passed and already it feels like we’ve crossed galaxies together. This poem is for you, a small echo of the infinite ways you move me, challenge me, delight me, and steady me. Thank you for six months of laughter, passion, and magic; here’s to the lifetime we’re only just beginning.
Opening the Ways
You are the axis of my compass,
the still point my soul turns toward.
Every road I walk,
every sky I look into,
finds its horizon in you.
Fire
You are heat in the blood,
a forge where steel becomes itself.
The air between us glows
with the quiet violence of embers,
burning away what I no longer need
until all that’s left is truth.
Water
You are the tide’s patient hunger,
pulling me home again and again.
In your arms,
I am the river that remembers
its way to the sea,
carrying silt, storms, and sweetness
into your waiting depths.
Air
You are breath on the edge of a laugh,
wind that lifts me over sharp stones.
Every word you speak
is a feather against my ribs,
light and inevitable.
With you, I learn to breathe
as if for the first time.
Earth
You are the green weight of moss,
roots gripping the cliff face
through storms that try to tear us down.
Your touch is a stone’s patience,
your presence the mountain
I lean into when my body
forgets how to stand.
Spirit
You are the meeting of every path,
the fire, the tide, the wind, the root--
woven into something beyond them all.
You are the shape my soul recognizes
without needing to see,
the eternal home I carry in my chest.
You are the axis of my compass,
the still point my soul turns toward.
Every road I walk,
every sky I look into,
finds its horizon in you.
Fire
You are heat in the blood,
a forge where steel becomes itself.
The air between us glows
with the quiet violence of embers,
burning away what I no longer need
until all that’s left is truth.
Water
You are the tide’s patient hunger,
pulling me home again and again.
In your arms,
I am the river that remembers
its way to the sea,
carrying silt, storms, and sweetness
into your waiting depths.
Air
You are breath on the edge of a laugh,
wind that lifts me over sharp stones.
Every word you speak
is a feather against my ribs,
light and inevitable.
With you, I learn to breathe
as if for the first time.
Earth
You are the green weight of moss,
roots gripping the cliff face
through storms that try to tear us down.
Your touch is a stone’s patience,
your presence the mountain
I lean into when my body
forgets how to stand.
Spirit
You are the meeting of every path,
the fire, the tide, the wind, the root--
woven into something beyond them all.
You are the shape my soul recognizes
without needing to see,
the eternal home I carry in my chest.
