moonlight

The moon was up now and the trees were dark against it, and he passed the frame houses with their narrow yards, light coming from the shuttered windows; the unpaved alleys, with their double rows of houses; Conch town, where all was starched, well-shuttered, virtue, failure, grit and boiled grunts, under-nourishment, prejudice, righteousness, inter-breeding and the comforts of religion; the open-doored, lighted Cuban boilto houses, shacks whose only romance was their names

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven

Things are just things, they can't bring back the dead.It just makes me feel better. - Hiiragi

You don__ need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.

On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

Only the moon's smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness

Walking under Dusk, Moonlit leaf shadows were cast on my skin from the trees above, every step I took was taking a step deeper into magic. Silent whispers of mystical mouthes pulling me in deeper. Then the lights from inside the house turned on. A few seconds later, the fence lights went on. Just like that, the leafy ghosts on my skin ran away and the faery voices ran home. It seems like the creations of man kill magic in so many ways_ even the light bulb does this! Oh to be a race of people designing magical things, if someone could capture pieces of Moonlight and place it in a jar; or other things like that, then we could stop killing the magic and be filled with it instead. Or maybe we are already always filled with it. It's the bringing out that we have trouble with. Stop being a doorknob, darling! Be magical, instead!

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim's freedom. For just like Mahtab's namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to the sun, she was beholden to her family.

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.

Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-full moonSmiles down;My heart sighsAnd quietly whispers:I remember.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

Fire and ice licked at his soul__hispered his name__rawing him deeper into the enveloping pain and blackness as he__ dreamed earlier. He suddenly wished to return to the rippling stream. The water would wash away the blistering pain_the fire_the burn. He__ wade deeper_submit to the current_He__ let go_

I find joy and magic in every drop of moonlight. I hear songs of love in every glint of a star.

I often want to drink a cup of moonlight so that I may calm my heart and soothe my mind.

In the deep dark silence, my mind dances with the moonlight and feels the joy of this precious ephemeral life.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.