In The Forests Of The Night
When your thoughts collide with the stars in the sky, when you stop doubting everyone around you and simply stare at the natural beauties of this world, when you start looking at people under the gentle light of the moon and all your worries leave you in the hands of the cool summer breeze and you suddenly realise: It's night-time. I've always loved the idea of the dark. When everything gradually fades away and you're left with your thoughts and your thoughts only.
When you draw your curtains open and she greets you with a subtle smile; simply let the moon take you away and show you her magic world that you so long to see.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Love, and goodnight,
Mina On The Moon