Stones in a Forest

For the (fictional) series, "Edges"
Her Voice 



Stones in a Forest

We made a cairn of stones

where we used to meet,

so as to declare our love forever,

fair and square. We thought

it could be a kind of signal beacon –

a little like sending up flares

if we ever lost each other.

So we spared no toil or skill to make it

lasting – that we could always find 

and would always return to.

Somehow, we became careless

and lost each other anyway,

straying too far from our stones

and off across the airy blue 

in different directions. Now at last,

decades later, bearing old memories 

like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb, 

I come back. Well, I did swear to, 

then, when this was our secret lair

and we were foxes. I need the farewell.


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