The Stone Field
are still stones.
I have become something else
with the wind and storms and rain
broken and not reborn, here.
Still, you seek me out through our
thousand lifetimes of separation and
the resultant scarring.
But only here are we together
on the starlit stones
and just as icy on our skin.
This realm is one of feathers and flight and all things impossible
through wishes and coins and the sacrifice of flames
that would have warmed us
called us into being through all realms
if only we knew
how to heal a stone.