Wrote this a while ago.. it was just something that was gnawing at me.
In my memory, you're a distant dream. In my consciousness you're a brilliant gleam. I sit reveling on the moon's silver crest. An inviting place, i think, for a lonely lover. And in my thoughts he lay, like a thick fog, his breath falling on me like dew.
I linger on times when we walked on the golden shores of guarantees, gazing into waves of tranquil seas. I close my eyes for just a moment, slowly falling into my dreams and he is there. With his steady heart beats and wild eyes. At first he looks at me, i want to ask him where he has been, and to understand the lonely moons. But he puts his fingertips to my lips, as if comforting a child. My soul bursts with questions but we are silent. His breath falls on me like dew.
At first his face is serene like the placid surface of water, but then he takes my hand in his and laces his finger's in mine, much like a spider lacing it's web. I know his steps, and i know his movements. We dance like waves, our feet caressing the glistening sands of the moon. His cheek presses against mine, and all i feel is his breath, falling tenderly on me.. like dew.
Lately i have been listening to french music, especially obsessing over the song "Place de la Republique". And today i was laying in my bed reading, when the melody came to me. It didn't surprise me when it came because it is a song that often moves through me with precise alacrity. There is something about it that brings me back to my foundation, to everything i love and am. But when I start to hum it, the words become mush in my brain. I have taken several courses of French but truly understanding and remembering the words is something foreign to me, and i end up substituting my own words instead of the songs actual words. Today it went something like this "Il est amore.." (He loved). I know neither if it is grammatically correct or if those are the actual words, but it suits me.
When I listen to French music the words don't stick in my mind as something relatable or important. They end up like mud, and slosh around till i make up my own french lyrics, or i truly dwell on a particular sentence. But once i get it, i end up singing that sentence over and over and over until the people around me give me annoyed glances. I actually don't mind their glances so much, because to me understanding french is like a game; I am the lioness on the prowl and the words and phrases are little mice dashing around with incredible speed. And when i manage to truly understand, after carefully cradling the vowels and consonants between my teeth, i suddenly feel like i have mastered something. Such is the delight I feel when i completely understand someone. I love people for what they are; beautiful creatures, that are a whole ocean full of things to discover. 
