…is always close

We stood hand in hand
at the edge of the unknown
the warmth of your skin next to mine

the waves sobbed endlessly
as they washed away our sorrow
we were melting, dissolving in love
and the unseen tide drew us within

we never sensed the fragile ground
on which we built our dreams
but now the sea gives me the true notes
of her melancholy

the shadow of the storm is always close
the rushing sound of the sand
the rhythm of change
it was raining then, just like today

the relentless tide, still tugs unseen
the waves sigh into the aching void
yet your face is all I see and your voice
is all that echoes, back to me
© Ann Bagnall