in the quiet navy night
celestial sequins paint the sky
turning tips of green leaves silver
as the wind brings them to life
up stretched upon his toes
silk smooth grass runs faster than he
arms shot out unto his sides
hands reach out for something more
palms up to catch the beams
moonlight dances through distant trees
catching glimpses of what's sought
and what is seemingly out of reach
leaping out from hill to hill
he stops sudden in familiar place
lifts eyes to watch the show
celestial sequins leave him to smile
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