Contd... sweet cinnamon scent breeze led me to a stiil stream drumming against the moss draped rocks. There lay a pair of aubergrine frogs, tadpole like fishes..the peach trees had bloomed heartily inthe spring and birds with more colors than sparrrows getting fonder under the sun.. i slung off my drapery and plunged into the water ..so pure that i cud almost taste the marriage betweent the minerals...followed the trail of tghe sunlight playing hide and seek onto the waves of the water...the sun water earth air and the animals bringing forth the heaven on earth...I only i'debeen a mermaid my life wud have been perfect... reggae playing in the back ground..i didn't realise that i had swam too far from our picnic grounds..amidst the dancing, drinking and barbeques, not one of my friends whom i had thrown the party for realised that i had gottton lost somewhere with the fishes.. then there we were picking up the trash after the picnic was over..him and i ..it was kind of automatic that we did the things we did..most frens have scurried home to go back to their lives, books, spuses and chores and we were still cleaning the place making sure donella was good enuf to stand on her toes ...and jack brown stopped pukin....not a word between us though..we were always trying think that whatver we were thinking and it did not work...then we realized all that was left after the campers hit their tents was us...didn't want to stay cudn't move my legs..so we sat down smoke gushing out our lungs squeezing every can of beer we can and staring up in the sky...not a word spoken....wud it ever be worth it..wud it..if..then..since..the peach adn pink skies turned blue, then navy and dark whiskey and then one by one stars popped out....we lay there...our fingers barely touching...not a word spoken ..not a breath heard................. and then we heard the skies growling...it growled that the love of your life is so close that you can never near him