distant light flickers over the white foaming crashing waves that kiss the shore's voluptuous shoreline. endless timeless as is this love for us. your face, i yearn to touch as souls caress the face-soul of the other. i seek your smile amongst the peebles on the shore. shining brightly, our upturned faces upon each small stone, as it reflects its reflection. weep for me, weep oceans for me as i cry and create the atlantic for you and i. come inside our droplet, be still and listen allow it to pull us ever closer; suddenly drowning in the holiest of water. the bowl the inverted bowl so very blue and and so very beautiful Ah! now you see the Face. Touch her. T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
