He is...

His eyes shimmering like the reflection of the moon

Dancing on the blackened water of a small lake

Ripples of different colors float in the light

Every little dimple of color adding to the moment

Hair like the sand blowing across an endless plane

Glittering grains standing out in the light of the moon

Soft to the touch of fingers running through it

Every piece individual

The texture and tint never the same

Lips like the rocks I rest upon

Rough and unleveled

Chipped and falling apart
Ripped up from the current

Inducing stress upon them

The night is coming to an end
The sun begins to rise
As does my heart

But in my mind the night will never end