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, pit-
tter-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 in an eastern coastal
town in southern Greece.
They made a promise to each other to come to the
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 fawn-
ing in and out of, their hair. ...And their love will be
a perpetual perennial joyous happy poetry.
