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Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon. Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part of the heavens.
A full moon shimmered over central Louisiana. This was no rinky-dink moon. This was a moon you had to curtsy to. A big, heavy, mysterious, beautiful, bossy moon. The kind you want to serve things to on a silver platter.
Floating to shore ... riding a low moon ... on a slow cloud.
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!
Lunar Eclipse doesn't that sound like a car you can only drive at night?
I feel a blood moon rising" Neesa
I'd like to be the moon in your sky.
Wolf Star shines on wintry high;
Gazing northward by and by.
Ice and snow on shorelines lie;
Wind and spirits haunt the sky.
Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,
illuminate the shadows in the sky.
What power could bruise the sky? Melliel
A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...
Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms ... the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars ...
A full moon is poison to some; they shut it out at every crevice, and do not suffer a ray to cross them; it has a chemical or magical effect; it sickens them. But I am never more free and royal than when the subtile celerity of its magic combinations, whatever they are, is at work.
The wind is blowing. Adore the wind.
sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted
A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.
Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
The Autumn Wind...
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
The full Moon's light poured into the room like a stroke from a wide paintbrush...
The moon rode in the sky - a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. ("The Refugee")
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.
A moon like a fallen fruit reversing gravity was hoisting itself above the rooftops.
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.
Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.
The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.
Be the sun breaking through the clouds.
The moon is very charming, alluring, attracting and magical, not because of its beauty, but because of its illusion and reflection of change.
That haunting longing for the moon returned. Stronger, broader, flavoured with all the bone-deep desire only a nocturnal creature could feel for their sole light-giver, the lonely satellite that watched over them when the rest of the daylight world abandoned them.
Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
Through the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.
Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
White in the moon the long road lies.
The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.
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
The life of this world is wind
Windblown we come, and windblown we go away.
All that we look on is windfall.
All we remember is wind.
Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.
The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.
There's a bad moon on the rise.
Bright beautiful moon,
Silvery silky moonlight
touching my heart
With love and joy.
The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.
I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they float away - for who can holdYouth, or perfume or the moon's gold?
Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.
Rising Sun jostles hard to evaporate doom filled clouds;hovering ancient land.
Tonight or every night if you wish you can have a very distinguished guest from the space: Just open your curtain at night, then the Moon will visit you!
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
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 green has widened for an Arcadian delight, and over the sky, the sun had departed. But the moonlit beams unshackled the sulky spells of life. Moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion.
The moon's a crazy sweetheart.
Moonless winter night-
a billow of rising fog
hides the distant pines
At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.
The wind is calling in a voice I remember
All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
The new moon that Veronika loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline. She
A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
The clouds are passing by slowly as the moon appears. Like the clouds, there are certain things which will disappear with the passing of time. And when it happens, you'll realize that it wasn't any big deal.
The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.
What... is the wind in that door?
Moon's too pretty fuh anybody tuh be sleepin' it away.
The moon shines for you.
i witness the birth
of the moon and her servants
walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
The noise of the trees, the breaking of moon into silver fish bouncing off the leaves of asters outside.
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.
Dear Moon, Slowly enlighten my heart with your lovely, silvery, dancing, miraculous light.
The sky is white.
The moon, almost full, shines high in the sky in front of me. I roll down the window and rest my arm on top of the door frame. The night air blowing in softly through the open window feels cool on my face. For the moment, all seems right with the world.
The Moon Will Illuminate My Room And Soon Im Consumed By My Doom
When the wind came it split the sky and shouldered the cloud-band left and right; unbarring great clear furnaces of rolling gold.
Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.
Moon is a superstar to a neon light
Both are in doubt of their lifeless plight
One envies the sun, the other one's scared
But to face the dark they're always prepared
The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.
Luna Sea's music moves quickly but intelligibly, with a darkly frenetic, creative energy.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
Hug me and you will see the moon. Love me and I will bring the moon to you!
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of LOVE.
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.
My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest ...
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
Sunset is the opening music of the night.
[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
Moon reveals it's beauty in darkness to illuminate the world with the light of love. When humanity suffers, let us be like the moon.
The air
pregnant with rainbows
shatters its mirrors
over the grove.
- Air
WindClan territory
Music pierces the sky.
It is spring, and the night wind
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out its beauty
which you see as beauty finally,
warm and offering everything.
You have only to take.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity
Its Like Joy Rising
The sky is a girl who speaks in thunder, moves in lightning, hides her sorrow with clouds, cries in raindrops,and apologises with rainbows.
The night became silver again; looking up, it was as if they saw the moon sailing through the clouds instead of the other way around; racing smoothly across the sky, passing puffs and wisps of cloud on either side, and yet never moving from its place.
I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies.