Garden Party

The white table cloth moved, from the night breeze as the last candle had just been lit There is wine, red roses, purple orchids and cheese The night's soft, the fragrant flowers give pause to submit To glean the depths in eyes between the flickering flame and reach for love across the table with open hand To capture a smile a rose an orchid within the frame and find I've stumbled into a world you command The sounds of laughter fills the open space as the moon moves within the sky We raise a glass to the melting candle's trace and kiss the softest lips to verify The evening's breeze lifts the fragrance from the flowers With intoxication that accomodates the hours