Moon☾❍

62 º of a Frosty MoonBut rather brings an added lightthere's a m❍❍n ❍ut t❍night, wh❍a-❍h-❍h ❍❍❍November's waxing (giant;) Moon"Whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.." April's Pink Moon✈ me 2 the ☽ .... ♬
Moon and frost of the morning's lightI'm not in love it's just a silly phase I'm g◑ing thr◑ugh..Like the circles that you findThe moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.oOo Selena .. how I wish I could..A silver goddess; a reflection a mirage, a recollection..
Jack frost and Selena...Lacy by the light of the Wolf MoonFull Wolf  ❍ ~December's full moon on the rise..Waxing MoonThink pink ..In this balancing act of life, hope abides
Flower Moon of MayFlower MoonMoody Moon ❤ Dedicated to my Mom!Moody MoonMoonshine through the PalmsMoon river..

☾❍ Moon, a set on Flickr.

Photographs © M’sheArt2 PhotoGraphy.  All rights reserved. 2007- 2013

Sonnet of the Moon

Look how the pale Queen of the silent night doth cause the ocean to attend..

“May the sun
bring you new energy by day
May the moon
softly restore you by night
May the rain
wash away your worries
May the breeze
blow new strength into your being
May you walk
gently through the world and know
its beauty all the days of your life.”
— Apache Blessing

edited to add this Evolution of the Moon video from Nasa Youtube page.

http://youtu.be/UIKmSQqp8wY

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Lightly

Lightly, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house.

You’d never know it was here.

Or any of the other places down the avenue.

I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t

meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal.

Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.

Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land.

The fog and the sea seemed part of each other.

It was like walking on the bottom of the sea.

As if I had drowned long ago.

As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.

It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

― Eugene O’Neill