Three stones

When the sea, silver and shining
Gently kissed the long shore
Running quickly back shy from straying too long,
Scattering warm breezes that tousled my hair.

I thought of you.

Crooked driftwood covered in seaweed
Scribed out your name in the shell bound sand
It brought you closer until all too fleeting the sea.
I called out your name upon the tide changed wind
Your voice was soft and light
Locked in a tiny silver shell
The beach was lonely and growing cold
Salt lashed, my eyes smart and sting
Starlight came

Fire dancing to blue liquid music
I could taste the sea on my tongue
Ancient as time

I stooped to pick up three small stones.