Meandering in the Moonlight
I
love the way the moonlight sparkles in her hair.
Like
tiny gems, shining in the pale light.
Sending
messages to any who are close enough to see.
Like
me.
She
laughs at me, and tells me that they are just grey hairs – another
sign of getting old.
I
shake my head.
No
– they're gifts from the faeries, I tell her. Just like my momma
once told me.
She
grins and shakes her head at me.
Which
naturally makes the moonlight dance across her even more.
So
beautiful...
Actually,
I'm not sure which I love more – the way her hair sparkles in the
moonlight, or the way her eyes sparkle when she's happy. Hmmmmm.
Obviously
we need to spend more happy times meandering in the moonlight.
Problem
solved.