A house on the border

My restless memories flooded me, full of amazement, joy, trembling expectations, and the thought that I would see my beloved again. I looked here and there but did not see her. I felt a little despair, and I prayed with all my heart. Amazing... how did the sea withstand my prayers?! I was able to see many traces of the fluctuating fire movements beneath me, so I asked myself why that was. I remembered that I had been forced to part from the dear one to my heart before uttering half of what I wished to say. Then I jumped back after something touched me from behind, so I turned quickly! Oh my God, how generous you truly are, it’s her! I looked into her eyes with longing and looked at her with all my being. I wished to embrace her, but the glory and purity of her face kept me away. Through the winding fog, she stretched out her arms to me and softly whispered like the rustling of a passing cloud: - My dear! And that was all she said, but I heard her, her voice. And in the next moment, I embraced her, defying everything, forever. She and I; and nothing with us except the vast silent emptiness of our vision, and the calm waters of the sleeping sea listening to us. We were in paradise. The floating spheres covered with clouds disappeared, drinking the void, and thus we looked at the face of the sleeping depths, alone, alone! Oh my God, I will be alone in the hereafter, but I got her, yes, the ages have exhausted me, but I hope to live through the remaining years that may still be present, with her.