#bestnight
White dresses of purity
Gently gracing the floor
The couples sway gracefully
As the crowds adore
The families and friends
Filling the whole room with glee
Their stare with amazement
With pride and esprit
The lights shining down
So softly and bright
We all knew then
This would be a splendid night
As the final dance commenced
And they stared into each others eyes
Smiles and grins filled their faces
These smiles of happiness told no lies
The song came to an end
And the dancers parted, reluctantly
The audience running wild
Cheering and laughing, exultantly
Rushing to my friends
Giving each a warm embrace
Showering them with praises
You could see the enthusiasm on their faces
All of us were dressed up
Everybody has cleaned up real nice
Dresses and tucks adored us
A sweet slice of paradise
Taking a million photos
To remember this very night
We took the dance floor by storm
As we were all filled with such delight
If only this night would never end
And we could all remain this happy
Reality seemed to melt away
It was just us
The friends, the music
The connection we all had
For a moment our hearts all beat as one
Not a moment did we feel sad
But things like this can't last forever
Like a firework upon the night
Beautiful and filled with color
But then the spark fades out of sight
But not without burning a memory
So vividly into our minds
We enjoyed ourselves within the moment
In that instant we could all unwind
Thank you to the people I love
For inviting me to such a night
As I had such a wonderful time
It was one of the best nights of my life
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
there is something beautiful about a memory
that reaches from the pit of your stomach
latches onto your heart
and pulls it under your lungs
placing you in a moment
that once saturated the marrow of your bones
when you close your eyes you can
feel, see, and be just as it was
with carrots, a park bench, the night sky,
a bottle of spanish wine
and his arms cradling you against
the chilling wind
it takes you so deeply into
the inscription he carelessly carved
across the back of your eyes that
when you open them again and exhale
you find it fogging the midsummer air
releasing the very breaths you took
by his side
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC