There is something about moonlight that is quite magically mesmerizing. We can feign disinterest all we want, but our attraction is undeniable. We are beguiled in spite of ourselves, falling for the moon’s magnetic charm time and again.
When you think about it, what else evokes romance that is quite like moonlight? I speak not simply of love or lust, but also the quicksilver beauty of everything the Goddess touches.
She weaves her spell, reviving the mystery and magic of life. Just as the Sun nourishes and energizes, the Moon soothes and sparks our dreams.
No wonder the lake prince adores her. Which does beg the question, does she love him in return, or, just herself in his mirror?
Sweet silver vision,
the mirror prince kisses you,
wooing the Goddess…
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
“Man is the candle light and a woman is the moonlight. They live far away but can grow together during lonesome nights. ” ~ Santosh Kalwar
“I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” ~ Alfred Noyes
“She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.” ~ Janet Fitch
“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.” ~ Jack London, Call of the Wild