Long Before Midnight

"Under the dew, the moon, and the stars..."

[long-before-midnight]

Is there a word for the moment the rain clouds part and the rain is still falling upon the earth in the sunlight? A word for the vibrant shades of green that appear after a soft spring rain. If there is such a word it reminds me of you.

Is there a word for when the stars shine bright on a still lake and reflect their light back into the sky? A word for when the moon kisses the water in the evening. If there is such a word it reminds me of you.

Is there a word for the silence between notes in a symphony? Where the reverberation fills the halls of a packed room just before the crowd begins to roil in applause? If there is such a word it reminds me of you.

Is there a word for when the mind stills, the heart skips a beat, on the edge of a kiss, feeling your breathe filling my mouth, and lungs, the anticipation.

Everything.

Reminds.

Me.

Of.

You.

[long-before-midnight]

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[pmamtraveller]

The life cycle of a cherry.

[perriaeyjeve]

[expressions-of-nature]

Misty Sunset on Lake Lagoda, Karelia by Mikhail Shirobokov

[observando]

“Sleeping In The Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.”

— Mary Oliver

[dappermouth]

No moon, no light to cross your face.

[dappermouth]

prints are finally up! x

[mournfulroses]

Catherynne M. Valente, from her book titled "Deathless," originally published in March 2011

[long-before-midnight]

Been having a hard time sleeping lately and I am not sure why. Atleast my new journal is filling up and this album has been providing an immense amount of inspiration to my writing.

[rosieandthemoon]

By Audrey Benjaminsen

[sex-death-rebirth]

La Fenêtre de Mélusine by Rene Magritte, 1953

[vintagewildlife]

Luna moth By: Jane Burton From: The Mating Game 1976

[christslamb]

German hunting knife, 19th century

[long-before-midnight]

The creek flows softly by

Against the noonday sun

Fingers fraught with moss

I grip stones in my hand tightly as I unwind

My mind spirals in eddies

I see myself reflected in rivulets of water

Unrecognizable

Gazing at pastel skies without a cloud in sight

A hummingbirds click

Calls me back into myself

Vibrant plumes of green and ruby throated wonder

Reminiscent of that Spring day

When I heard you calling my name in a dream

[long-before-midnight]

Often,

When I am alone in the woods and the wind rushes across the landscape.

I imagine the trembling and the creaking of branches

As a voice.

The strata of limbs and leaves of each tree

So distinct and different in tone.

It makes me wonder,

When I am finally laid to rest

In the bed of this Earth.

If one day, the wind will remember me

And give me a voice.

So distinct and different.

That I could embrace others with the same comfort that I feel,

When the wind rushes across the landscape

And finds the lonely wanderer.

That is curious enough to listen to the voices of trees.

[minovskyy]

if we are mutuals we will be reborn into the same cicada horde

[sunnyzee]

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