I've got a sunset in a stone,
feels like all I've ever known,
so I keep it's memories
close to heart, big squeeze.
He'd know.
Opaque, yet absorbent,
smooth irrisdent
A trickster shapeshifter
amongst the pebbles
and fortunes told
only for it's secrets, many
call absurd and old,
carnival gypsy.

Keep it until dark
steady through til dawn
Bring it to the dark moon,
call her to glance over
one crested shoulder
hold her this mirror,
so she may see the solar
reflection
in her darkest actualisation
Something from the book of revelation
but, not quite re-membering


Trickle down alignment
toe to tip top clicks back
up the spinal fluid
Like the air after a rainstorm
fresh opportunities,
cycle
All begun with wanderlust
visions to catch a sunset in a stone
and the one I shared it with
brought me home.
Sol.