Be easy, baby. We have all the time in the world. There will be days to thunder. There will be nights to rage. We will have demons to slay and love to make. Not today. Today is for reverence and alters. Today is for starting from scratch, today we rewrite the wrongs and forgive ourselves for everything. All accounts are settled. And when this day ends, as it inevitably does, all memory is crystal, perfect and pure. Time is a gift and I give it to you.
Be easy baby, you are finally home. From dirt and wood we will build a place where happiness will live, the sweetest dreams moving from sleep to reality. A garden of food, an orchard of green. Rolling salt water to the west, forests of moss and game to the east. This land will be sanctuary to family, friends, souls in search of rest. Our door always open to remind us that good comes in and evil runs out. This land will be fortress against the enemy, a dragon in the mote, archers at the ready. You are home and I am standing on the stoop watching you walk in.
Be easy baby, this love is the kind that stays. This love greets you at the door, jumps in your arms. It walks beside you in the light and in front of you in battle. Holds you up when you are too weary to keep it all going. My love erects a thousand little monuments and leaves them all over the world so that you never feel alone. What came before was only a stone for stepping. What lived before was the man on a journey only he could undertake. This is the love that stays, even when the fear lays you low. Even when the only feet on the earth are yours.
Be easy, baby. Be easy. There will be a million fights in this life and only one true victory. Love. The fire in the hearth. The gravel road that leads home. The pillow, the blanket, the body curled with yours. The moon on the water. The music that weaves in and out of a perfect story. Love. It’s just that easy.