Souls' Bridge Across the Sea
Her heart rings out to meet the church-bells of
a city by the sea, as she stands on a shoreline
of Sicily;
singing bells, which patter her pampered heart, pitter-
patter, fluttering her hybrid soul like a hybrid
flower, in tones of light-medium pink and blue, peach
and white.
Hybrid, because her soul is aligned with a handsome Greek
man who is now living on an eastern coastal town in
southern Greece.
They made a promise to each other to come to the shore of
each one's respective town, at noon when the church-bells
in each town ring, far across the Ionian Sea, deeply blue
and beckoning, which seems to sparkle-smile in the sun.
Every day they will do this, as well as continue to write their
letters to each other, until the day when they will be together
physically again, walking hand-in-hand, by the sparkling
white-crested white-foamed blue waves of the
blue sea, waves which are bouncing, curling, rolling and
dancing beside them, with the sea-breeze fanning in and
out of, and fawning in and out of, their hair. ... And their
love will be a perpetual perennial joyous happy poetry.
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