garden stones
when I hold you
do you ever think of me
you of this earth
that gives
with a scorching scar
to finally heal us
stones
tonight we are
finally together again
at last after being sequestered
the hidden gift
of your grace
beside me once again
silence of your touch
beside me
this unexpected vibrancy
a gift of birthright
hour of unspoken awareness
in praise of a new
yet ancient language
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