I have been writing about Moon for some time so this landed in a week of moon thoughts.
The line is: “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” from Mary Oliver ‘Death at Wind River’
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.” Khaled Hosseini
Amantes de la Luna (Lovers of the Moon)
Moon disrobed the darkness, her eyes lighting everyone who ventured to the edge of night. She was an illumine of all that is love in that sacred moment as she touched the tide of rising feeling by the shore of desire that ached with her beauty. The young men are too distracted to notice, they foolishly chase after lesser stars, mere reflections of momentary excitement lost in the ripples of time. But Moon doesn’t mind, the tides come and go in a gentle rhythm, and they will soon enough take notice of her. Besides, she has plenty of lovers. The older men adore her and sigh at her memory, holding her close in their hearts. Through wax and wane they remember the tender intimacies of her soft glow and her warm grace, and in their dreams they sleep with Moon as once they did.