The True Magic of the Evening
The true magic of the evening
A soft breeze rustles through
pine needles swishing
amidst fireflies at play on a warm
enchanting April night
I am a bit skeptical
as you take my hand,
satin fingers intertwined,
leading me to a secluded spot
We sit in quiet anticipation
as a bright full moon keeps watch
from its cosmic perch,
illuminating our magical evening
“It is almost time” you say as
the big dipper comes into view,
directing our focus to the grove
behind the chinaberry shrubs
We can hear them giggling
as tiny feet run atop fallen leaves
creating little crackles echoing
beyond the illumined forest canopy
When suddenly crickets and cicadas
perform a mesmerizing melody
wafting from tree to tree
and you point eagerly to the opening
As twelve little fairies appear, dancing in a circle,
singing along with the nighttime tune
Iridescent wings shimmer and flutter
as do our hearts as we watch
It only lasts for a few moments
and then they are gone,
when you excitedly lean over and kiss me,
then whispering you say,
“See, I told you they were real”
I couldn’t help but smile seeing the look on your face,
your smile glowing brighter than anything in the sky
as I fell in love with you all over again
Proving to me once more,
regardless of anything I could have possibly seen,
anywhere on this night we could have gone,
the true magic of my evening . . . will always be you
Good night Soupers
Have a great Easter weekend
I will see you again on Monday
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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