Perhaps she has not forgotten everything, I hope the Moon tells her about me!
The moon speaks in slivers and halves.
Be the moon that spreads serenity, not the wolves that howl at it.
You could wish for brighter moonlit skies But from a fair distance, they all look pretty much like mere streetlights.
The lilac moon came high an altitude from mine to clasp its beauty,yet next to my bosom hide, lies she,like ten thousand silver moons illumine;and her soul’s music showered words as she spoke wide.
The bright side of the moon could not exist without the half wrapped in shadow. A half-life is not substantial, not sustainable. You cannot cut out half your heart and live.