Under the moonlight,
I shine bright, my ink smears
are evidence.

My ghosts come out,
my thoughts are
set free.

Oh what crimes they plot,
it's poetic justice.

This is my crime scene,
my favorite haunt.

Line by line, don't cross the
line until you've tasted my cookies.

Crumb by crumb, I leave behind
evidence of my shshsh!
Its just between you and me.

Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
I'm the poet, your minds beacon
to possibilities.

I'm a vivid dream waiting to be
written, waiting to be read by you.
My muse!

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton