night light

Before setting, the deep orange sun softly and quietly passed the reins to the candle upon the table. Wee but mighty, it handled the situation magnificently, providing just enough light to separate the subtle curves in her face from the winding elm backdrop.

Breaking for a spell between the duck and a bit more filet mignon, she looked up, stared beyond my eyes. The sparkle of the candle, a hint of the light welling up within each of us. She, a lady in waiting. Me, a man preparing.

Blue flames shot up while the cherries jubilantly anticipated their union with the cheesecake. Smiles, reaching down from that well within, leapt from our faces as our eyes met once again. More than simply glances, this time words, words flowing freely – an attempt at expressing some, though never able to tell all.

Buckling in the wind between our rapidly approaching souls, the flame held strong. Brilliant shimmering on her face, reflecting a stone as strong as the love that binds us – together. She said yes.