Sometimes

Sometimes, when the moonlight reflected in a water's surface reaches my eyes, I think of you. Freedom of the reflected stars; billions of miles, endless limits upon the sky. That light which twinkles in the mist of droplets dancing in the air, bouncing off the rocks that are being washed by ocean's waves. Warm, like a touch of a loved one's hand caressing your hair. The breeze dances with the fabric of my dress. The peace fills my heart, my brain, although in a race to find a way to reach a goal, to make the world a better place.