When I was a boy, I was told that an old man's face, or sometimes a rabbit, was on the surface of the moon. One could see it in the light and shadows across the moon's surface. However, I always saw a compassionate woman gazing down at me. Throughout history in poetry, the moon has been used as a symbol of love. In my own poems, the moon has often embodied my love and longing. When I first saw the white quartz boulder that rests in the center of the sculpture, it seemed like a fragment of an imaginary moon that fell to Earth, therefore the name Moonstone. In a poetic vision, I can imagine this sculpture as a quiet, sacred place to honor the moon and the powers of love that transform us.