December 2009
7 posts
goodnight moon
There is a single moment that is so perfect to me no matter how many times it reoccurs. It displays your beauty and it’s perfection at it’s finest, honestly. It is that moment when I’m wrapped up in you and we’re warm beneath your blankets. My eyes are starting to slide shut, but I lift my head to look at you, sound asleep and at complete peace. Your eyelashes flutter and...
quand la lune en amour avec le soleil ..
Forget photos. My eyes don’t even do it’s pure, pale beauty enough justice. It glows with such warm brilliance that I can’t help but be enchanted. And my breath still catches in my chest when it’s light grazes my skin. Every time is like the first time and just like the radiance of the moon outside my window, my moon’s shine never loses it’s glory.
pour que vous sachiez que vous n'êtes jamais seul
Je suis là et je dois avouer, j'ai été languissant...
There is an incalculable number of stars that I could label as merely appealing, but some could argue that I’m biased. When the lights go off at night and the sky turns into a sea of scintillating flecks of silver, my desperate eyes can only focus on one. Appealing would be so quick to vanish from my vocabulary. I risk everything, reaching for the brightest one of all. For something as...
Quand la lune se trouve le soleil, on aurait dit...
My moon.
It’s breath taking, even in the daylight. Even when it isn’t around, it’s in me. It follows me everywhere. Though still new, it is wise and knowledgeable. There is never a physical possibility of just glancing at it. Each time it is in sight, my eyes are drawn to it, drinking in it’s impeccable beauty. And yet again, it has left me bewildered and breathless. It’s hard...