You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!
Some say that you should turn your face from the light of the moon. They say it makes you mad.I turn my face towards it and I laugh.Make me mad, I whisper. Go on, make Mina mad.I laugh again.Some peop...
(n.) The light of the moon.
(a.) Occurring during or by moonlight; characterized by moonlight.
She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her
I find joy and magic in every drop of moonlight. I hear songs of love in every glint of a star.
This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.
Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.
Inner peace is a quiet evening moonlight walk in the soft falling snow of our minds
But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorio...
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.
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...
The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.
Anyhow, I took every stitch of clothing off and got out of bed. And I got down on my knees on the floor in the white moonlight. The heat was off and the room must have been cold, but I didn’t feel col...
The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was...
Beauty Lies Within The unknown
The meeting of the two lonely souls is the meeting of the dark sea with the moonlight.
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.