We were once

Tangled together

I saw your face

Through the yet

Unbroken panes

Your roaring rivers

Ran through my heart

Our indelible desire

Marked each other

Caught in your currents

And the iridescent lure

Of your aching sea

I still believed

I could not be washed away

Still here I drift alone

Finally aware

That you are lost to me

Like the sound of bells

On a carrying wind

© Ann Bagnall