Girl sitting in moon that is melting. Shall we lay amongst the beach whilst the tides ebb and revive. Eying the light seizing our night; or shall we imagine ourselves upon the crescent moon as it controls our time waxing and waning.
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.