HE MOVED ME IN THE MOONLIGHT
The Prince Of Time
The way he moved towards me in the moonlight made me feel my youth again in a flash. Like a younger girl I let him wrap his strong muscular arms around me and kiss me desperately under the light on the terrace of that expensive hotel. We were alone but I was longing for someone to see us touch because I could not believe I was losing my breath over and over again like a young teenage girl in high heels. It had been so long that I felt like that and I could no longer feel the wind around me when he touched me. No one did what he did or made me feel like he did when he moved me.
Maybe it was his touch or his soul that was so worthy of his excellence and the more he was around I could no longer feel my ground. I felt lost and my life’s dreams looked so distant for all I wanted to do was feel him in a long floating moment anytime or anywhere. I wanted to lose the feeling in my knees again and keep him wrapped around me like a blanket and the warmth would keep me going forever like he did that one night under the moon. All I knew that we would be together soon anytime and anywhere on a warm Summer night near the water and the trees if I wanted too. Even if I didn’t see him for a while I knew deep down that no matter how long time had flown I would never be alone when I really needed him again just like that night when he moved me.
I often wonder about his magic and my heart feels deserted when I think about all the lost time that has drifted through many hopeless and empty nights. As I grow older and my life takes on different meanings I still feel like that little girl looking for her Prince that will save her under the moon from growing older. The Prince of my lost youth that I can no longer get in touch with because of the burden of life’s surprises. The little surprises that bring along worries and at night when I wake up in a stir all I can think about is him and how he woke me up deep inside and made me feel like a young goddess in motion that familiar and poetic night when he moved me.
He moved me like the shadows in the trees and the wind lost beneath my knees. I wonder still when I stare along the water what it means to lose your breathe at the thought of one lost moment with a Prince who has nothing but his touch. Romance, worldly conversation and expensive wine in castles and mansions did not even compare to the moment I was there under the moon completely still and waiting to be inhaled forever……… when he moved me.
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