Moonflowers

“She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt with...

On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard ...

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. --Walter de la Mare

When twilight drops her curtain down and pins it with a star, remember that you have a friend, though she may wander far. --Anonymous ...

Long ago and far away, I knew you were,  But where? Then one day you were there-- My long-lost friend returned. Or so it seeme...

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long ...

"The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beaut...