Beloved

You come
Streaming
Through…
The window
Like the
Morning
Sunlight.

You come
Beaming
Through…
The window
Like the
Evening
Moonlight.

I get bathed
In your light.
Feel so
Pure and
Pristine
Like the
Dawn
That
Heralds
A new
Beginning.

Who are you?
Who am I?

I remain your
Beloved poet
And you, my
Beloved poetry.