…has its own tides

Love is a master of disguise, delicately intangible
always hiding its secret hunger
in the ethereal whispers of our desires
entangled and entwined, I am drowning in your eyes
as the alchemy of our hearts
is forever gently etched upon our souls
this dance is an eternal embrace, where love is evanescent
but can also be callous, remorseless
turning away without warning, vanishing with the night
its soft caresses, like ribbons of silk lost on a carrying wind
all that remains, reflections of silhouettes
and a fleeting memory of a lonely candle
whose flame, once burning bright
now wildly flickers on the edge of extinction
its evocative echoes lingering long, in the last of the shadows
where once more we are lost in it
surrendering to the darkness, slipping away
we follow the silence, drifting apart, out into the ebb
for love has its own tides
and in its time the flow will turn
and bring us home to where our rivers meet
to where love remains unrelenting, unconditional
calling to us as soft as a symphony
and piece by broken piece, it is always love alone
that will make us whole again
© Ann Bagnall