Red, vibrant roses stretched in front of their sight. A light breeze was blowing around two illuminating statues. Statues made of potter for which spirit served for illumination. Toxic Scent of roses mixed with a touch of wet soil wrapped its warmth around them. Roses that exhaled scent. Scent of bliss. Herald of joy.
'Distance increases ones love.They say.'
I sat beside her on moist, smooth grass and watched the moonlight highlight the redness of roses.
'It's not only the distance. It's about the movement while keeping the distance.'
She answered sweetly as if the night sky and it's starry wands had cast a spell over her or maybe she was getting them in her spells.
'What is that movement? How we do it?'
I asked her as I softly tugged a rose in her braid. Her hair gently held upon the rose petals as if they were already familiar of such kind of delicacies.
'Movement to lose yourself in the one you love. Love keeps only one frequency. Synchronize your oscillations with the frequency of love.Swirl until you appear dissolved in your love. Do it as long as all the hearts on Earth start to beat on the same rate. Until all the pianos start to play the same notes. Until the sorrows give up in front of delights. '
I noticed the moon getting refuge in the dark cave she kept in her eyes. A cave with its end brighter than stars.
'What does it lead us to?'
I asked after a while.
'It leads you to your love. When you and love turn into nothing but one unit, distance loses its meaning.'
I smiled at her answer.
Two, white, dandy butterflies danced over the rose bed as the wind hissed its melody and broke the trance.
She was a waterfall and I was helplessly drowning in her.
