when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud
John GeddesTags: love beauty moon mystery cloud
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
John GeddesTags: fear love moon shyness advocate
...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...
John GeddesTags: love jealousy moon virtues
...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
John GeddesTags: women moon neruda mysterious
Of course I want the moon. And were you to offer it, I'd propose as a trade the stars in my eyes.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: love stars moon sweet-talk richelle richelle-goodrich
Last night I danced.
My body rose from its slump for the first time since the beginning of sorrows—my fingers beckoning to the stars at arm's length, back arching as tingles bubbled up my spine, hips caught in a silent tempo while on tiptoe I twirled in endless euphoric circles. It didn't matter that you loved me or that you didn't. For I was wanted by the gods last night, their seraphs and muses descending on moonbeams into my midst, caressing my face and gliding their spirited arms about my waist, lifting my toes from the soil that I might feel what it is to fly without heaviness of heart. I danced with them under the glow of a loyal moon. For one brief, visceral dance I joyed as Heaven joys—in endless bliss.
And the universe cherished me.
Tags: love dance joy moon richelle inspirational-quote richelle-goodrich moonbeams
We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us."
"You're joking."
"Wish I was.
New Song"
For You, Manuelita
Inside the Horizon
SOMEONE WAS SINGING
The voice
Is not known
WHERE DOES IT COME FROM
Among the branches
No one is to be seen
The moon itself was an ear
And one hears
no sound
However
a star unnailed
Has fallen into the pond
THE HORIZON
HAS CLOSED UP
And there is no exit
The sun, moon, and stars God gave to the world, but He embedded their glories in your countenance just for me. Woven in your hair are the sun's shimmering golden rays. From your face glows the pale luminescence of the moon. And in your eyes God sprinkled a million stars to twinkle against a backdrop of endless night. You are my celestial light.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: love sun stars moon richelle celestial richelle-goodrich
The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Tags: poetry moon shatter-me
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