when fireflies all held their breath
and neither glimmered nor glammered
but just held…held…
when soft tealights strung in trees
waltzed together in the breeze
soft, faint, sun-kist and sad
and you
and me
dancing into the velvet night
of hanging silks and wattled wine
and I am yours
and you are mine
Charissa's Grace Notes 
So beautiful, simple, and elegant.
“When soft tea lights strung in trees”…another phrase begging to read aloud.
I love your softness in this…
This is about a longed for Special Day…
I know…my friend…I know. I can see it now ❤
I don’t think it will happen tho… Sniffling
More off line in a moment, my friend…