“You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.”

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

It’s funny, there aren’t too many musicians that also moonlight as studio engineers. There’s a few – the really brilliant ones.

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

You’ll shoot the moon put out the sun when you love someone.

We may go to the moon, but that’ s not very far. The greatest distance we have to cover still lies within us.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.

The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.