“The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.”
“Higher and higher receded the sky, wider and wider spread the streak of dawn, whiter grew the pallid silver of the dew, more lifeless the sickle of the moon...”
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.”
“The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the stars blazed, indifferent to the events happening below them.”
“Now they were regaining consciousness– were being treated to a cruel and lovely illusion.”
“He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.”