I write - XXVI

It's that happy little sunbeam
Dancing in the heart
When we go back to something
We've created or written or said.

A radiant light
Spreading glowing, fuzzy warmth
With a million stars
Lighting up an inky black night.

Egged on, step by step
By these wonderful little pixies
Of pure delight
Taking a step in the dance of joy,

I write,

Aah bliss, I write!