"For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.”~Emily Dickinson Image by Amanda Cass
Girl sitting in moon that is melting. Shall we lay amongst the beach whilst the tides ebb and revive. Eying the light seizing our night; or shall we imagine ourselves upon the crescent moon as it controls our time waxing and waning.