Pieces of the sky are falling, blue
Tingling with heaven's remnants, near
To the heart of God, where we abide
For we are his as much as ours, for here
We stand beneath the father's love, while yours
For me is falling with the stars
And I can rest where you have held me, for
He has held my heart till now, and barred
The way to foolish gambling and made way
Instead for trust and love, withheld till now,
And now it is released before his throne
Of judgment and for all the truth I vow
To love you through the mess and changeless night
And be the same as you through day-lit streams
Of glory, falling, blue, in pieces, held
Safe in the hands of him who holds my dreams.
postscript
Love poetry. Can't help it. I'm getting married in four months to a godly and wonderful man.