On a starry night moonshines beautifully as equally as you're. Hone, you **** gorgeous when it comes to your sound, sweet and soothing one's heart. I'm sending this to you wish I could sing you a lullaby to comfort your sleep and angels to guard and guide your dreams path. Sweetest girl. G-nite honey. #c9_fm
she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
‘That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.’ - Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
I drown The soft glisten of the moon Reflecting off my drowning pool Speaks for us both; A reflection of a reflection So beautifully distraught In an identity crisis of the century-- The moon looks in the mirror And only sees the sun, She has lost all dignity That she kept so dear. The ripples of my love and I Slipping into the sea are no differnt. She looks into me and sees me drown And feels no differnt than I. Tears stream down the face of the moon And the rain trickles onto the sea. Our bubbles are the memories Slowly drifting from the mouth Slipping away to the surface. My love swims to the top to breath Yet I am here, sitting at the bottom Of the great blue sea, Breathless from her sight, Forged together by unfought tears And the pressure of its depth. I watch as you swim to the moon And bathe in her forlorne light Breathing, time and time again. For I will watch all night long And then go to sleep in the morn.
His gaze is constant as the moon shining over me, yet welcoming in its soft glow. When all are present, this light shines unnoticed, but in the solitude of the night I bask in its radiance. His soul is bright though he is distant, loving best from afar... Ever so often, I feel the touch of his gentle kiss on my cheek, and like a moth I glide silently through the night under the protection of his gaze.