The Boy Beneath The Moon 🌖 (poem)

He lingers in the shadowed light, a whisper drape in silver night, with eyes that storms never weep, he wanders gently through my sleep. I see him where the silence grows, in dreams and dusk where no one goes, a ghost of laughter, soft and wild the heart of man, the soul of child.

He speaks in glances, never loud, a secret wrapped in midnight shroud. Yet in his glaze, a truth I knew, the world could fall and I’d have you. Because he loves with hands, and hides away, where letters are left where sunset shines just like he hides just the way the sunrise plays.

He traces stars with words unsaid, and paints his name inside my head, I don’t ask from whence he appeared, neither about the way he smiles, or his name, because love like this defies the known light that flickers all alone. And thought the world may call it strange, this quiet loving bond will never chang, because the boy loving and forever true will alway love me and I’ll, always, love, you.