merge into meaning

Amy read the letters over and over until they were memorized, as if she could reconstruct the face of the writer --making a skeletal outline of his thoughts, forming the flesh with the meanings.

I understand your passion, one letter said.
I echo your desires within my soul
I, too, cannot wait until we merge.

He would be tall, Amy decided, creating the police sketch in her mind. Dressed as a pirate, with the full linen sleeves and tied red vest. Swords in a bundle, ready to use. A guitar slung across his back, a book in front of him as though he knew precisely where to go. A careless dresser, but one who took pride in his raw good looks. Long, straight hair the colors of flame hanging loosely down his back. Thin boned cheeks, with a thin, square moustache melding into a jutting chin. Eyes that stared into your skin. Eyes that knew exactly who you were. Someone who knew that women would instinctively follow him anywhere.

Amy shook her head and the police sketch disappeared. No, he could not look like any regular human. He would need to be something special to snare her sister. Only an avatar could have the stunning, shining muscles Anna required. And the alabaster eyes of someone who knew what it was like to merge with myth.

knowing / lost words / drown / in sounds that cannot / merge into meaning / the danger in / words of / melted water

the word is / the sound / of water / dripping from/ ancient symbols / tiny particles / of merging / realities

Follow us all: Amy/Anna, Sophie/Yuki, Kit/Richard, minor characters or sift through water leavings and river journeys.