Ode to Selene
She walks in beauty, through the night,
‘cross cloudless skies, eclipsing stars.
Shadows cast by her tranquil light
guide drunken men to topless bars.
She lifts the tides, caresses waves
that sculpt the shores of eager earth
and she endures my rants and raves,
inspiring all I do of worth.
Changing faces every day.
Constant beauty always pure.
Beaming dreams into my sleep.
I’d go crazy without her.
(I wrote this back when I was a baby poet, during my first Poem-A-Day Challenge in April 2011, long before I opened this blog. I stole from Lord Byron in the first stanza and Sting in the third. I present it here with only minor edits.)