Echo November, Part three,WIP

In Canada, last Autumn
we dredged the pool, me and you
then when the moon set
and the earth rose to meet its get
we, it was we, who sat beneath the eves
Drank our fill did we, caused a scene
Made your old man ill.

He was sick for days.

  In the hollow,
behind the pool
we were lying, still and moving
oh so subtley
What were you scared of in there
I wonder?
The leaves?  Dead leaves
leave no ghosts, just lie next to me
and be still, let the night come.

   When we awoke,
I was still dreaming
You with head hung low, scheming
after the night had passed
in the hollow, where we had whispered
now we spoke aloud and censored.
I hated it so.
  Sitting beneath a tree,
Inches away from everything.
We were reduced to you and me.

The world  was sinking slowly
to be sure, and as the moonlight
played, your eyes glittered in the dark
spaces of what I would childishly,
foolishly,
stuck for another word,
call my heart.  
The bonfire flared and threw, flickered
and swayed, made your white dress
scarlet, a fiery bloom.
when we are remade,
when the same dance is replayed,
after the stillness has claimed my heart

i stayed the night
departed without warning or purpose
and left the ashes in the park