moon

Goodnight moon.  Sweet dreams.  Smile kindly upon this little blue gum ball of us while we sleep.

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.

The light of the moon is all we've got to go on...

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.

I'm being followed by a moon shadow
Leaping and hopping on a moon shadow...
Did it take long to find me, I asked the faithful light
...and are you going to stay the night?

Funny when you're small
The moon follows the car
There's no one but you see
Hey, the moon is chasing me!

Synchronized with the rising moon
Even with the evening star
They were true love written in stone
They were never alone, they were never that far apart

Should at that moment the full moon
Step forth upon the hill,
And memories hard to bear at noon,
By moonlight harder still,
Form in the shadows of the trees,---
Things that you could not spare
And live, or so you thought, yet these
All gone, and you still there,
A man no longer what he was,
Not yet the thing he planned...

For a moment this good time would never end
You and me
Just wasting time
I was kissing you
You were kissing me love
From good day into a moonlight

The self is fundamentally an illusion arising as a reflection of the soul in matter, much as a clear lake at midnight reflects the moon.