He

The night is crisp

but he is not deterred

he who tilts his head

and gazes up at the stars

He runs free and wild

only stopping when 

something catches his eye

something stunning, enticing

Then, this boy,

he catches his breath

lets what worries he had

drift away with the wind

He reaches out with a hand

and pulls in the light

letting in rest there

and illuminate the scene

He takes hold of the clouds

then lets them linger

floating peacefully until

they move aimlessly away

And as the clouds are carried along

the boy wanders off

with a bounce in his step

and a twinkle in his eye

Author's Note

This isn't the best, I know that. :) I wasn't going to post it but decided that I would anyway. He he. Comments are really appreciated, as always. :)