Sacred Light

The night owl is still at it.
But I can’t let this one go.
Every word must be magic.
But morning is coming close.

As I said,
I write for an audience of one. You.
And hope the result is universal.
Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.
I think this one is universal.
Writing for one, reaching everyone. What a paradox.
Like writing a spell to capture something eternal but fleetingly beautiful, a thought.

What is the epitome of natural beauty?

How is it
only the glow of a candle
can truthfully illuminate you?

The softness of your skin invites touch.
The breathless beauty of your lips offers a kiss.
The heartful soul within your eyes cradles dreams.
The gentle sweep of your brow carries experience.
The graceful curve of your cheek offers compassion.
The quiet elegance of your face reveals grace.
The sweetness of your smile teaches me patience.

Your laughter—music.
Your touch—sensuous.
Your presence—preciously revered.
Your voice, a whisper, weaves a vow of forever.
Your quiet sigh—truth spoken softly.
Your scent—enticing, inviting—
lingers in the air
as I fold into your embrace.

In that trembling glow,
in that hush of golden light,
shadows retreat;
you show me love’s meaning.

Your beauty is effortless, innate.
I love you.

In that soft revealing candlelight,
the flame’s gentle flicker
echoes your quiet sigh—

illuminated
in a golden hush.

You are sacred
to me.

The candle’s glow
reveals all I need to know—

Your essence—
the epitome of natural beauty,
a sacred light, enchanting.