between the hush of cicadas and croak of toads, he barely heard her step into the shallows. by the time he sat up in the grass, she was already chin deep in the river, the moonlight blue on her skin.
sleepy time focus waining
the drift too dream too much complaining
moonlight enlighten me
tell me how to grow brains
to sop up the morsel of materials
the thoughts of unkind moments in time
the dully painted matte finished
the sheen of the world unseen
the breath of fresh air
the nighttime falls
the daybreak, appalling
I see it late at night
bright as light in the sky
the dog barks while the wolf howls
i see the moon and it is full bloom
it glances over the cityscape
and makes the people feel its grace
Лунната светлина огряваше профила на лицето й. Често нощем стоеше сама до прозореца, загледана в тъмното, или може би на нея така й се струваше – да, беше тъмно, независимо от уличното осветление, от преминаващите коли, от блясъка на витрините на отсрещнотото кафе. Тя беше вечно сама, сама с мислите си, с чувствата си, със спомените си.
She asked me, ‘Do you find me beautiful in moonlight or otherwise?’ He didn’t know what to answer as it had been the light which showed him her ethereal beauty but he longed for her, more of her. How could he ask? Was it right?
As I sat on the grass the moonlight glowed on his hair covering him in light. I stared at him in awe. He looked at me.
“What?” he said. I just looked at him. He was too beautiful to talk about, too beautiful for words.
Let’s hold hands when it gets dark enough, and let’s kiss under fragrant moonlight; it glows like a white peach and smells like one too.
I wrap you carefully in blankets of shadow. They cast a violet tint across your curly hair. You giggle and press into me, and before we both realize it, we are sailing together on a ship of mist across the bay. The Golden Gate is gorgeous this time of night.
feigned modes and discerned stages play softly under the moonlit skin, it aches to breathe, and releases into wait, hopeful for the same indelible suspension, tasted and still true under cover of the abyss’ shades, in wafts and traces through the day.
feigned modes and discerned stages play softly under the moonlit skin, it aches to breathe, and releases into wait, hopeful for the same indelible suspension, tasted and still true under cover of the abyss’ shades.
between the hush of cicadas and croak of toads, he barely heard her step into the shallows. by the time he sat up in the grass, she was already chin deep in the river, the moonlight blue on her skin.
Moonlight is like a chameleon. It can hide a number of sins or highlight the possibility for life. What you choose to see highlights a part of you…
sleepy time focus waining
the drift too dream too much complaining
moonlight enlighten me
tell me how to grow brains
to sop up the morsel of materials
the thoughts of unkind moments in time
the dully painted matte finished
the sheen of the world unseen
the breath of fresh air
the nighttime falls
the daybreak, appalling
I see it late at night
bright as light in the sky
the dog barks while the wolf howls
i see the moon and it is full bloom
it glances over the cityscape
and makes the people feel its grace
Лунната светлина огряваше профила на лицето й. Често нощем стоеше сама до прозореца, загледана в тъмното, или може би на нея така й се струваше – да, беше тъмно, независимо от уличното осветление, от преминаващите коли, от блясъка на витрините на отсрещнотото кафе. Тя беше вечно сама, сама с мислите си, с чувствата си, със спомените си.
blue and cold. sometimes warm, depending on the company. hides much but reveals more.
Gibbous.
She asked me, ‘Do you find me beautiful in moonlight or otherwise?’ He didn’t know what to answer as it had been the light which showed him her ethereal beauty but he longed for her, more of her. How could he ask? Was it right?
the moonlight look perfet and beautiful for that couple of love, before of that thigs horrible
As I sat on the grass the moonlight glowed on his hair covering him in light. I stared at him in awe. He looked at me.
“What?” he said. I just looked at him. He was too beautiful to talk about, too beautiful for words.
Let’s hold hands when it gets dark enough, and let’s kiss under fragrant moonlight; it glows like a white peach and smells like one too.
I wrap you carefully in blankets of shadow. They cast a violet tint across your curly hair. You giggle and press into me, and before we both realize it, we are sailing together on a ship of mist across the bay. The Golden Gate is gorgeous this time of night.
feigned modes and discerned stages play softly under the moonlit skin, it aches to breathe, and releases into wait, hopeful for the same indelible suspension, tasted and still true under cover of the abyss’ shades, in wafts and traces through the day.
feigned modes and discerned stages play softly under the moonlit skin, it aches to breathe, and releases into wait, hopeful for the same indelible suspension, tasted and still true under cover of the abyss’ shades.