Tea Lights and Fireflies

Tea lights and fireflies, dancing around me. Warm grass and darkness, stars and moonlight. Lace nightgowns, silk pajamas, tea and the Milky Way. Small butterflies and glass terrariums, hanging from the trees. Fabric walls billowing softly, and fountains cast wavy lightshows and white noise. Bare feet and loose hair, cushions with tassels on the corners. Low tables with pale red tablecloths, teapots and sugar bowls. Dance with me, twirl with me. We are young, we are new and fresh but vintage and fun. Points of light and globes of color, swirling, twirling, like fairy dust motes in the sunlight. The world is ours, and we can giggle over our delicate teacups and whisper about top hats and monocles. Cream, gold, and rose are my favorite colors, because they are soft and delicate. Let’s stay here, at this tea party, until sunrise paints the sky with those soft and delicate colors. Let’s stay innocent and youthful, not just until sunrise, but for the rest of our lives. Let’s be gentle, and sweet, and old fashioned in the youngest way. Your eyes never leave mine, and they tell me that you love me. Tea lights and fireflies, dancing around us.