On Midnight Delights
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
***Nyctophilia
noun***
*“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am*
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
On Midnight Delights
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
***Nyctophilia
noun***
*“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am*
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
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