gather the stones
dark and wet
at tide’s edge
which waves tickle
changing them from rock to laughter
bring me these stones
so I might laugh and love you
bring me the sky
moments past sunset
when darkness lies behind the blue
like a veil waiting to be put on
and only the evening star
pricks a hole in the gauzy fabric
then, I shall love you
look for the spruce branch
that lies at the base of a tree
atop the sea stack that waits
for your boat and your footsteps
carry it back
through the hurrying tide
it shall be our bed
