I walk with a wild man.
People stare at him.
He wears no shoes.
His hair is long, unkempt at times,
But something about him shines.
Like Merlin, he is magical.
His smile, mischievous, and powerful,
His eyes are alive. He sees all things
Like a child on Christmas Day.
This world is his oyster.
He opens it from within,
Somehow,
And then the day begins to go his way.

And now, I'll go and walk with him,
With my hair combed,
My shoes tied up
Around my feet,
My smile just as mischievous,
Albeit, a by-product
Of his contagious grin.

-jenn