…on a carrying wind

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