Your Aura Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I raise my palms towards the sun,
Knowing
That somewhere,
It caresses your face with its rays.

I close my eyes,
And I behold your face again;
Revealing its features in my memory…

I can sense my memories in the sun's light:
The virile energy,
Emanating
From your movements;

Your long, supple fingers,
Electrifying
The distance between us;

The arch of your back,
Beneath your white shirt:
When the wind used to please my vision—

A tall, slender stature,
Fluttering its long, golden hair, in summer air…
Forever
Impregnated in my memory.

And we stand again, embraced,
In the stillness of that night,
When the world disappeared
In those moments of ethereal bliss…

Yet, —it is your soul,
I am in love with;
The aura of your spirit,
Surrounding me;

The unique fragrance of your essence.
Your energy,
Your vibrant presence
Through time and space,
Manifesting itself
In everything that my life is.

For I am, because your being is—my everything.
Thus, we exist
Beneath the same sun, breathing its light;
Indulging in delight somewhere.

Somewhere,
Your thoughts are reaching mine,
And we are together again.

I feel, because you exist…somewhere,
And that keeps me alive.
Your breath is my breath:
Through you—I exist.