The crowd, gathered for the auspicious occasion at the first annual 'Same Love, Same Rights'™ LGBTQ+ Wedding Expo that afternoon, was joyful, attentive and many clung to handkerchiefs: Dozens of couples and wedding professionals alike were teary-eyed and struck with disbelief that the day had finally arrived when same-gender couples would be legally permitted to marry in the Bay State. To keep the fires of Hope alive for others who begin.In May 2004, Cindy Sproul addressed a crowd of three hundred fifty at the Sheraton Commander Hotel in Cambridge, MA, inviting them to mark the moment by raising a glass to toast the passage of the landmark Goodridge Decision. They whisper to each other, and they call out to the wind, The lovers are together now but sometimes it still gets hard.Īnd they recall the words that brought them here and help remind them who they are.

Sometimes we might lose Hope, but it doesn’t mean we’re lost,Īnd the fires keep on burning and our dreams will lead us home. ’Cause that’s the way that this old world turns. Well you know these dreamers met one day and fell in love, So this dreamer sat by firelight and called across the miles: She knew her Truelove was hurting and tired of being alone, She crossed hills and valleys far and wide and she would not slow down,Īnd she peered into the distance and put her ear there to the ground. So she started on her quest to find a way to meet truelove.

She knew there was a heart out there, that matched up with her own. Now this one had the sight to see for miles and miles and miles. Once upon a time there lived another dreamer. She wasn’t sure where she was going, and her eyes were not so wild,īut she looked back in the mirror and she sang to make them shine: Well, heartache after heartache, you know, it wore her down.Īnd her dreams became like stepping stones that kept her on the ground. An artist of colors, she tried to learn to fly,īut she found out that alone she couldn’t carry it that far. Once there was a dreamer with wild blue eyes,Īnd she raced herself through every day and stood there at the edge. –It’s good, I think, that I can amuse myself.Ī fable in song for Cindy, on her birthday / written by Marianne Puechl When I come upon them, I smile that secret pirate grin to myself (b/c my sense of humor is not really that funny, except to me.) or I laugh outright. Some of these can be found midst the notebooks of handwritten pages of my novels. And still other times, I jot a silly song, commonly as an outlet. Other times it’s a mood or a message I wish to convey, and the song is born from there. Sometimes I’m inspired as I pluck at the guitar or tap the keys of the piano. I cannot say I’m musically gifted, but I do enjoy writing songs.

The Locket by Marianne Puechl