All the stones

all the stones in this
patio
speak to me
in whispers
and they all remember
you
in a spring
afternoon

you danced
and I held my breath
and my dreams
at large

you danced
and at last
your feet
made you proud
as I backed down
into the solace
of your wonder
fearing
the dusk
and the night
with its cold comfort
and dizzying spells
of toxic joy

but she cradled me
in her arms
at the edge of a broken cliff
and with
drunken smiles
the whipping wind
died down
beaten
by a hunger for mad
promises and the
vastness of the
ocean
below

the stones know this
too
yet pitifully
their whispers
subside

the ocean is a silent mirror
now
humming in
the background
and that
for me is enough
as I close my eyes
and face
the sun

Into starlight.