In the Candlelight
the white curtains
lifted once
in the evening wind,
settled
like a thought
unspoken
a candle flame—
scents of gardenia,
magnolia,
Spanish moss
drift through the room
a voice
deep and tonal
softly calls my name
barefoot I run
across the bedroom’s
mahogany floor,
grasp
brass handles—
the door opens wide—
your eyes
in the candlelight
D. G. Vachal © 2026
Image by Melanie H.H. @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Romantic and lovely, Deirdra. Perfect 👏🏻👏🏻🥰
Thank you so much, Chrissy! I’m grateful the candlelight atmosphere reached you warmly. 🩷
Such a touching love poem!! Can feel the eyes in the candlelight!
Thank you so much, Ellen! I’m grateful the atmosphere of the poem reached you. There is something about candlelight that softens the world and makes the presence of another feel more luminous.