This shroud of nighttime burns from the flame of my candle.   Shadows tiptoe away, the night recedes like a black ocean.   Quivering, shadow and light dance, an endless dance.

His hair is charcoal,pitch black.His hair is shiny and not matte.They say if you look upclose. You'll find the sparkling galaxy.Above with the suns,stars and planets.I know that in his hair landscape is also a moon. That glows brightly and won't...