The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. – Willa Sibert Cather

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. – Terri Guillemets, “Rays of happiness,” 2011