…in the flames

Our hearts were always searching
for a love that could not be tamed, for a connection
that could not be named
and unexpectedly, we found each other
under the soft light of the moon
drawn together by an unseen force
we were overwhelmed and resistance was futile
we were drowning in our oceans, over and over again
existing beyond time, our destination unknown
we painted our illusions in invisible ink
just flickers of light in the darkness
empty nights without each other
uncomfortable goodbyes, the truths between the lies
a connection of souls, a fire that burned
a false reality, that we always denied
the slowly deepening cracks in the infrastructure
ignoring the shifting sands, the instability
just mere steps away from destruction
the devastation wreaked upon our hearts and souls
the vilification for poor choices
the judgment rendered, not by a jury of our peers
but a panel of judges, holding themselves above mere mortals
setting the scales of morality without insight or humanity
closing their eyes to their own reality
for born from original sin, we are all counted as guilty
we all have our serpents whispering to us in the night
and we all make our own choices
leaving judgement to a higher court
but in the end you and I are left stranded
still burning in the flames, still drowning in the oceans
of a love that cannot be named
© Ann Bagnall