Under the Full Moonlight

You might know already that from now on and every time that I look at the moon, I close my eyes remembering the moment when; after having held that strong desire, since the first time that my soul recognised yours, thorough the deep blue of your eyes, and while I was delighted for that radiant light in the sky, you just came back to me, and slowly you were getting closer; my thirsty lips could finally feel the gentle and tender taste of your kisses.  I could even see inside you, the softness of your heart and the smartness mind, all saved in a wise masculine body, all I had ever wanted, under the light of my most beautiful goddess.

This sounds like a fairy tale, those fairy tales that this material body had always dreamt about, because this is by nature what water is made of, ‘illusions’; and that little voice, which sometimes has spoken louder through my lives, have forced me to forget about them. And today, under the full moonlight, I’m asking her again, if I was dreaming of you, or if you really exist. I just want to believe that, simply the spelling has worked, and the portal has been opened, so our souls can get connected again anytime and anywhere, when we both look at the full moonlight.

The truth is that I will keep you forever in the memory of this life, and every time I sit in the sand under the full moon, bringing the memory of your hands, imagining what would’ve happened if I could’ve stayed longer with you, but letting go of the expectation of feeling your physical body again and with the certainty that you could be feeling me across the sea and through the energy I send you anytime the tingling is coming up inside my body transformed into a bunch of vibrations crossing my womb every night, when I’m thinking about our souls getting connected to each other again.

Lilac

For centuries I have been walking and swimming in the middle of the forest. The forest; full of enormous emerald green trees and beautiful purple flowers. I have been bathing myself in the clear lilac waterfall, that lies in the deepest heart of this forest.

 I can feel the warm wind across my face and I can feel it surrounding my body, ready to be submerged and cleansed in that pure, warm water. I close my eyes and breathe, whilst I listen to the sounds of the waterfall. My soul is consumed with peace; my soul is being connected with Earth.

This time is different. I know he is there, in front of me. He knows that there is someone with him, so I walk slowly forwards, until I get to feel the warm water on my feet. I know he is also walking, so we come together into the lilac. Even with his eyes wide open, he cannot see me, but he can feel my soul. I do not need to open my eyes. I have done this many times, as has he, but this time he cannot remember.

I get closer to him. He can feel my breath, but we both know that he will not feel my body. I can only move around him, putting my hands over him, over his face, over his arms, over his heart, so that my body is covered in the fragrance of the water. This time I will ensure that he does remember and feel our energies weaving together. The flame, is not going to rise up within us, until he can see my presence, and he can feel safe, once again.

This has always been our safe place. We belong here, to this water. Our essence is created by this lilac. Here we will find each other forever. But for now, full moon is rising, and I will go with her.