I love your beams,
Your shimmer and shine.

I love your waves;
you push the tides with your wane,
casting your reflection
upon our Ocean tides.

I love your fullness
and your curves are so divine.

I love your dusty ways,
I find you beautiful, mysterious,
elegant, and callus
in your concrete state of change.

To the moon,
I have confessed my darkest fears,
You never laughed
nor judged me,
You always lent me your ear.

You listened to my poetry,
Without biasing; you took no attempt
to change my formatting​
to conform to your comfort
and perfection.

You are a poem,
waiting to be written.

Ode to your beautiful format,
your haiku breathes heavily upon
my sky, reminding me to keep writing.

To the moon and back again.

**© By Amanda D Shelton