Every sleepless night I want to spend with your benevolent being,
co-creator of your dreams, while you are lying in your bed and sleeping.
I radiate to you an energy, with the frequency of a sweet little something—
an energy that provokes you, that adores you, that invites your soul to smiling.
I remote view you, because for me it’s the best thing to do tonight.
Your dream is touched and guided, but its taste is so right.
I remote view you, because for me it’s never enough, not even a day together.
This evening is only for you, and if you don’t recognize me—your heart will remember.
I remote view you so I can whisper the juicy details of my repetitive life.
I can’t stand your gaze in daylight, so my confession waits for the night.
I am sending to you, and you are sending to me, the good and the bad for judging.
But the heart is tolerant, her power is growing, our bodies silently recharging.
I remote view you—and now you begin to remote view me too.
Boundaries are gone, divinity is born, in my non-I and your non-You.
