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It was no good. The moonbeam was like a silver blade slicing through the room on to her face. The
Pausing between clouds
the moon rests
in the eyes of its beholders
I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; "O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!"
or something to that effect.
O moon! I may not be able to reach you or touch you with my hands, but I will never forget to kiss your silvery twinkling lips with my lovely eyes.
I feel a blood moon rising" Neesa
Love is the moonlight when the moon is your heart.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
(Title: To the Moon)
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
You outshine the moon,
Let the dog bark; the moon shall beam on.
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of LOVE.
Only the moon's smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness
Nightfall, when the moon is born... ...Hides a shadow that lurks in the dark. it seeks the bloody of a damsel. The creature know as vampire.
Full moon is a good fisherman; every eyes are easily caught in his net!
The moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.
I am the sun who will bring delight when you are in-front of me. I am the moon who will show shyness when you are away from me.
Witch, do this for me,
Find me a moon
made of longing.
Then cut it sliver thin,
and having cut it,
hang it high
above my beloved's house,
so that she may look up
tonight
and see it,
and seeing it, sigh for me
as I sigh for her,
moon or no moon.
This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.
In winter, on the darkest nights, one rejoices even to see the tiniest sliver of a moon.
I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.
Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.
The clouds are scudding across the moon,
A misty light is on the sea;
The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune,
And the foam is flying free.
Go out of the house to see the moon, and't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.
Once a month, ripe with psychic energy, the moon grows to Her zenith. Blazing full with the sun's rays through the night sky, it is with great compassion and love for her children that she luminesces.
Look to the moon when you swing, he instructed. That's what you want. A ball that disappears into it. One that goes to the moon and past. A moonshot.
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply;
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by.
Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird,
My angel, my only
I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The moon is my fear.
The sun is my heart afire.
The stars, my love songs.
The full Moon's light poured into the room like a stroke from a wide paintbrush...
Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.
Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
The Moon Pie is a bedrock of the country store and rural tradition. It is more than a snack. It is a cultural artifact.
The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.
The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving ...
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
Moonbeams and sunshine, the clouds and the seas, all part of the many worlds I want you to see. Fear not the unknown, nor the depths of the night, for nothing can harm you when I hold you tight.
So Mr Brain opened his mouth to let a moonbeam into his head.
What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis. Shinin', like Who on top of this?
Shine like a candle of love to enlighten the world like the moon.
I said (while The moon's smile Played o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,) "The moon looks "On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this;"[1]
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts-
Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts
Along the moonlit way.
A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)
It is evening. The moon is small, and new. There are stars, and a stream's sound, and I can hear the wings of insects, in the dark. I think what gifts we are given, such gifts
every day.
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.
Gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.
I like being
The moon
To your sun
The moon is very charming, alluring, attracting and magical, not because of its beauty, but because of its illusion and reflection of change.
In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you. Whoever I am. Whoever you are. All sense of where I am, of who I am and where I'm going, has been swallowed by the dark. And I walk through the stars and sky ... a trinity of dreams beneath the moon.
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
The moon rose in silver splendor into an October sky strewn with pale clouds and brilliant stars. The clouds churned, a white-foam sea, and the moon was a vast, graceful clipper ship, its sails full of spectral light as it ran before the strength of the cold autumn winds.
I am like a moon that shines on an immense, unknown sea where ships never pass
It is wonderful to dance with the moon under the twinkling starlight!
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
Moon, moon,
when you leave me alone
all the darkness is
an utter blackness,
a pit of fear,
a stench,
hands unreasonable
never to touch.
But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me.
Soon a gentle light stole over the heavens, and gave me a sensation of pleasure. I started up, and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees.* I gazed with a kind of wonder. It moved slowly, but it enlightened my path ; and I again went out. * The moon.
For youth, the moon is a promise of all those tremendous things which await it, for older people a memento that the promise was never kept, a reminder of all that broke and went to pieces ...
And what is moonshine? Secondhand sunshine. Diluted, counterfeit.
At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.
I feel as though someone's handed me the moon and I don't exactly know what to do with it.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
The moon was just starting to rise above the Tetons, shining
Let the love of the moon kiss you good night,
let the morning sun wake you up with loving light.
The eyes of mortal men, threaten you with doom
They regret to see you, set, but it is time, for the moon
I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! On behalf of the moon, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you! - sailor moon
Come on, moon. Don't fail us now.
The moon stared at me through sprinkled nighttime stardust and I alone smile.
Jake, the super-dog with paranormal psychic powers, has one goal in life, to catch the moon." Jake and the Moon Ball (a work in progress)
The moon is wicked, jealous of the sun. People do bad things in the dark, under the hollow gaze of the moon. It's smiling at me now, proud of my sin.
Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.
Never moon a werewolf.
I keep hitting [Escape], but I'm still here!
Unknown, but used by Karen Chance in Hunt the Moon
The cool enchantment of evening has arrived after the prostrating heat of summer's day and we lie quietly in anticipation of Your luminous appearance - Mysterious Selene, Whose Lunar Orb relieves the dark of night.
She would say 'Bucket moon'
he would answer 'Ladle moon.'
Night after night sky revealed a
bitten moon, a butcher's moon,
an apple moon, a thief's moon,
a rabbit
'Rabbit moon?'
'Don't you see it?'
'I used to chase rabbits,' she had said,
her voice sweet and tired.
sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted
Near the land of the convertible moon; there's a mystical star - the star of promise.
Tonight the man in the moon looks as though he's winking, or smirking: a moon with secrets.
The moon is a poem in a starry night.
The light that brings the dawn.
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!
My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest ...
Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks ...
Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading.
So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks ...
Lets us sparkle brightly,
Always ...
I am lost in my world,
invisible - unknown.
Moon please lend me
your light that someone
will me see me.
I will meet you where moon shines down upon our naked, writhing bodies, undulating together in a moment, which brings ecstasy to entwined hearts, beating as one...
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.
Moonless winter night-
a billow of rising fog
hides the distant pines
The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,
In pumpkin shades outlined in gold,
Illuminating eerie forms,
Unnatural as a candied corn.
Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,
For 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.
we have forgotten what night tastes like,
salted by full moon silver rupturing
the dark. we have forgotten how the skin
sings when the lunar fervor unfurls
across its follicles.
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade
now bright and sunny
But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon
so called
of honey!
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
invasion by night