They told me to dance around the moon.

Impossible!

Did I do it?   Could I do it?

“I will never leave your arms,” I thought.

I wanted to be around you, but you were the sun. Impossible as it seemed your heart was made of fire, and I was made of rain.

World of a thousand faces,
walking, running,
exchanging glances.

He was me
as I kissed him,
as I told him
there were no limits,
but our self imposed
paper boundaries.
 

He was water entering,
exposing, enjoying,
my sugar fountain of love.

I was him
as he understood
the cloth, the ink,
the magical rain
that covered me
with the invisible
quilt of eternity.

 
There are so many faces,
so many places,
crossing, calling,
transforming glances.
  

There are no limits,
…he told me,
when we love,
when we stop imposing,
so let them,
stop crying, let them see…
They need freedom to see there are
so many faces, so many places,
free of us, free with us, free with love.

People have so many faces, so many places I wanted them to understand freedom was inside them, and not imposing me to believe who I am, but being through who I am.

I wanted to prove it.

So, I danced around the moon, impossible made possible, but I understood…

Freedom is letting you and me go.

So, when I came back:  

I let you free to be free, by being you with you as I love you.

How can we really be free? Even from us? Why would we be free of us? 

May be wrong.... Doubt what is written here, but you can try it out.