The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Tonight I'm going to shower and then just walk for about four hours and look at the moon.
I'm not flying to the moon. But when I've talked to people who have been up, you can tell it's really special because without fail a very special light comes into their eyes and they appear to be very fulfilled in some way and very calm.
She stops, pauses, turns to the left to glance at some possible threat or irregularity, and then continues to the north. This motion, so intensely human, transcends time.
Late afternoon on the West Coast ends with the sky doing all its brilliant stuff.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
There's no doubt that the Moon is more than a handy night light and a hair restorer for werewolves. It's responsible for the substantial amplitude of earthly ocean tides. These are of obvious influence if you're a geoduck, a type of clam that people dig up at low tide.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.