A Chance Encounterby Philip Baileyor silvery, white rushing clear in the stream, was present at their reunion. Their almost chance encounter, on the beach....(where they talked miles through their lifetimes) was begun by her simple wish, "Let me just touch the water." The water, warm washing shells in daytime, or soothing, lapping just below their feet at night, became their guide. The water saw their first kiss on the beach at night and burst like a fountain of stars into the heavens. Later still, their passion fell endlessly as a waterfall sound pouring its love again and again on the new but reunited lovers. Their cries of love, ecstasy released into a pool of water resting, before flowing, dancing and laughing over rocks telling of their love to the ocean who has brought many lovers to its side to swim in water that seems, as does their love, to have no limits and no end. |
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