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.