November 23, 2020
Continued from At The Water’s Edge.
Her name she said:
“What a pretty sound.”
Thought I. And
“Would you like to spend time with me?”
Became music to my ears.
So with Andúil did I go
And in her house did I stay; then
Began Andúil’s tale of sorrow—“
“I wondered what it was that took you so long to find me, Chai.” Sighed Arielle. And he with a quizzical look, “What do you mean, ‘took me so long to find you’? It was just a dream, right?”
“Oh Chai! Hold out your hand.”
And into Chaitanya’s outstretched hand, Arielle gently placed a half-crushed-blue-rose.
Chaitan now staring at the rose, now beginning to understand the implications of his actions, “Dear Ariellah I thought you dead! The life in your eyes no longer could I see! Your breath no longer could I feel…your sweet voice…”
And the tear that
Was not for himself alone
He cherished most.
The one he knew
He had failed
To be continued…
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