on a warm August evening 🌛

she dreams – embracing the moon with stars ⭐✨ aglow

“The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

A Night or two ago –
And now she turns Her perfect Face –
Upon the World below . . .
Her Cheek a Beryl hewn –
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew . . .
Her Lips of Amber never part –
But what must be the smile –
Upon Her Friend she could confer –
Were such Her Silver Will . . .”

Emily Dickinson