Sweet, silent, crescent moon child dreams...

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars
— Victor Hugo
We are sun and moon dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is; each the other’s opposite and complement
— Herman Hesse
moon shine H.C.Love

moon shine H.C.Love

Sweet, silent, crescent moon child dreams... 

Lit from within.

Shining through the long, slow, dark fade into night.

A strange, mad, raw desire haunts this humble heart...

Mother moon, momentary marvel... Full self melting into the endless void.

Singing the stars to sleep as you disappear and dissolve into the dawns early light.