Wings stretched out wide he gracefully hovers,
Body light as a cloud, his heart beating fast.
The grace of the night can be felt on his shoulders,
The soft rippling winds caress his face.

He lunges forward, blowing right past me,
The power, the spirit, the mind all sound.
I watch as he flies in the shadowed night skies,
Discovering things I have yet to dream of.

This simple creature exuding such freedom
With a flick of his body, not a worry nor care.
I hope someday to rise to his level,
He is the night, he is the moon, he is magic.