...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...

...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...

...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...

...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...

...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...