Where My Heart Belongs

My heart belongs to the shadows,
to the night,
and the meadows.

My soul mate is the moon,
His star’s my bed.

As I rest my weary head,
Upon my ancestral bed
I lay in wait for his brother the sun to raise his shiny head.

I greet the day with my array of time,
I love his passions
his patients comes with great strife,
and between them both
I can not deny my love always chokes.