the party lights

in the almost dark,
the lights out,
candles are lit
and we move gently
through the house,
holding drinks and plates.
the blue darkness
of night
is illuminated
in the bloom
of lightning
crooked and silver
across the sky.
there is no hurry
for power to go on,
there is soft
resistance to it all,
making the night
easier adding
mysterious wonder
to the party
of poetry and prose.