…of the day

Forever was never meant to be
we were fragments of a broken mirror
moving together in the faceless tides
of the shifting shadows of time
caught between the ice and the water
each path as treacherous as the last
caught in the eddies
between the black night and the silent shore
our love just breaths away from ecstasy
briefly incandescent
burning us to ashes in the moment
its sweetness still lingering
in the last fires of the day
    and in the end we are still unable to turn away
© Ann Bagnall