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.