memories flood the crevices

of my mind, filling blanks

that are otherwise left alone,

silent and in tune with

the voices, whispering your name,

echoing out upon the water,

past the horizon line, into

another world that fleshes

itself in the beating sun,

loosening the collar of the waves,

closing upon the shores

of white sand, endless white sands;

the cave that is my mind slowly fills,

sweet music of the past curling

through the shadows, lighting up

the high ceiling to reveal

a night sky embedded in rock,

the constellations that etched

their names upon my flesh...

who am I to doubt their meaning

as I close my eyes, to watch

the constellations dance