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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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