Stones of soothing secrets

The second they touch my fingertips
tranquillity penetrates me, calming my bones
closing my eyes, tightly clutching them in my hand.

Years of surviving volcanic eruptions,
as tough as a fierce lion,
as dark as a starless midnight sky.

After being drained of their soothing powers,
freed from my fumbling fingers,
now on my bedside table, awaiting another reassuring need.