Beauty full

Breathing deep
Then slowly shallow,
And tickled throats

That try to giggle
As children's memories lie awake
With a pair of eyes too young to leak.
It is the path of dreams they seek.

The leaves are twirling in the wind

And night will soon be dropping by

The moon is present
Whilst the stars are yet too shy.

I tried to count them all one night

Those countless little dotted lights.

I sat and watched them
In their mirror
My gentle friend that is

The river.