Is it the same moon we see?
Do you watch it roll slowly above the horizon, arcing gracefully?
I trace its path with an uncertain finger, lingering on the point where I dream our palms should meet.
A perfect intersection, a crossing of the souls. A perfect arcing destiny, straight into the heart from Cupid’s bow.
I wonder which plane you left on and if you’ll ever return. If you ever do, I wonder should our hearts meet again, perhaps under glistening Sun?
Dreams come true, if only for a night, a moment. If only under the perfect arcing moon.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Percussive
Your soul is a percussive instrument, beating and vibrating, keeping time with the wants and needs bouncing through your mind. You’re projecting, sending pulsing signals out into the world with every move you make, vibrations in colored solar flares to tell every soul what you seek, what they can help you find. We constantly meet and crash, impressing on one another the desires of each other. When my soul met yours it beat so perfectly in tune, moving in beat exactly with mine, complementing every move we made. There was no moment, no hesitation, only total realization. You were part of me and I was part of you, there’s never been another way it could be. Your soul is a percussive instrument and it beats in perfect time with mine.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Magnetic
Just like that,
Your soul pressed into mine
And we said “this is where we belong”