night-sky

The twilight seems invidious.It simply can__ let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door

The hush of the night sky is the silence of a graveyard.

The storm long past, the night sky was beset with stars. Pointing upward, I asked her to pick a point of light and stay with it. Standing up, I eased Sara to her feet. Whispering into her ear, I asked, __ave you ever stood under a star... and felt the earth move under your feet?_ - The Judas Syndrome

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault.I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.

Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the clear bright sun of a frozen winter noon; the rise of Orion in the eastern evening sky-every day, every night, I give thanks for another chance to notice. I see beauty everywhere; so much beauty I often speak it aloud. So much beauty I often laugh, and my day is made.Still if you wanted to, I think, you could feel sadness without end. I__ not even talking about hungry children or domestic violence or endless wars between supposedly grown men_but __ou mustn__ be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you even seen,' said Rilke, 'you must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in it hand and will not let you fall.

I believe the night I__e never methides one elusive star I needto divide me between darkness and light

Stars are made for public light shows, consider how the night sky sheers out cosmic cheers at their glow!

Give me one more night to taste the darkWhen wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle__ death Just breathe to free your one last breath

The last glow of sundown dims away. Stars appear in the east. Night encloses us. The ocean seems to enlarge. When you__e adrift at night, imagination and perception merge. They have to. You can__ see as well, as far, as deep. You tie knots by muscle memory, and you operate your reel mostly by feel. Your boat drifts, your thoughts drift. You sense the sweep of tide and water, and the boat gets rocked in turbulence just past each undersea ridgeline and boulder field. You, too, are looking up, searching constellations, dreaming. You fell again how flexible and expansive your mind can be when it__ working right. And you slip your leash to explore the vast vault of sky and great interior spaces.

Look there._ Regina pointed toward the northern sky. __olaris.__iktor looked up. __he constant north star, one of man__ most dependable guides.___olaris will be waiting for us there when we are old and have experienced a lifetime of joys and regrets,_ Regina said, a wistful note in her voice. __hat fact makes me feel like one of God__ most insignificant creatures.

He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations, and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume, lighted like a lamp in the center of the starry night, expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own mind; he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him, mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe.

Last night the nightingale sat by my window and sang her joyous song of love...Though I loved it, my heart silently missed the beautiful song of your heart beat!

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

Torches just blind you. On a clear night like this, the moon and the stars are enough.

As dawn leaks into the sky it edits out the stars like excess punctuation marks, deleting asterisks and periods, commas, and semi-colons, leaving only unhinged thoughts rotating and pivoting, and unsecured words.

I think I can hear the unseen moon

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.