Moonlight walk.

The twinkling twist,
of a crinkly eye,
a glint reflected off his smile,
making merry and bright,
with the laughter, and light. 

Turning thoughts over,
like leaves in the wind,
pondering what he finds,
hidden beneath in shadow,
sometimes shadow hides wonder.

twirling with the wind,
as it splashes his head with starlight,
echoes of his joy unending,
as he discovers quite innocently,
just how loved he is.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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