Amongst fallen leaves

Amongst fallen leaves of living stone

where the ancient gods have once cried -

here I sit on the floor as if it were a throne,

gazing at her pale memory by my side.

I dream a sea of joy where the rain falls

and the sound of her voice a gentle tide -

words imagined are boats sailing across old walls,

and every ceasing laughter the moment she died.

And as the raindrops become tears of my own

my eyes gape like the gates of hell - open wide -

amongst fallen leaves of dying stone

where the ancient gods have once sighed.