Golf carts carry us to the top of the hill,
the guests radiant in the incandescent sunset.
You embrace friends and family in a fairy dress,
your blissful smile shining above the gossamer gown.
Everyone wants to hold your light closer
and shower you in well-wishes. Passing raindrops
sprinkle the congregation with holy water.
The groom’s father surprises the crowd
with his playful and heartfelt rendition
of your courtship. You turn diaphanous
as clouds go pink and red. Dusk arrives
and the waxing moon draws us
to the bonfire for a final blessing.