My Beloved


My soul belongs to the night,
and my heart lost to my beloved moon.

The night will sing its beautiful toon,
and the mocking birds
mock their drifting swoon.

Moon beams streak the sky’s
with a bowing head of dreams.

Light deluged over night
as moon beams streak their way mimicking the light.

I a lover to my muse,
never forgot to write.

Even after the light
settled down upon the horizon
bringing me my beloved night.

Amanda Shelton

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