He led her along through the dew dampened grasses, the dark blues and greys of the half-light of morning. He reached out his hand, half-sensing, half-seeing... At his touch, like the phoenix, she surrendered her being. Washed her bright wings in the flame of rebirth... And his smile was the light of the dawn on the earth. And high on a hill, they saw the first colours. Watched the sun rise on the pale, misty water. Talked about painters - of Monet and Renoir and their words froze in clouds on the chill in the air... He gathered white flowers and drew her close to him and she foolishly thought in that moment she knew him... They made their way home - tired but contented. Sat by the fire and soon he was sleeping. She kissed his closed eyes - knowing soon they must part and she took the full weight of her love on her heart. Knew she was bound by a tie none could sever... and a morning of innocence ended forever. Introduction     Back     Continue......