…in the currents

The flames of our love never faltered
and we were drifting, ever drowning in desire
light as a feather, borne aloft on drifting winds
always breaths away from ecstasy
until, without a word, you faded into the shadows
just a ripple in the darkness, a whisper upon the wind
now with each passing year you feel further and further away
becoming almost a ghost that only appears in my dreams
and disappears in the first light of morning
leaving me flailing in the shallows of yearning
where I am drifting back and forth
on the crest of a wave, aching to return to shore
like a song speaking without words
seeking its voice on the breeze
we are now lost in the currents of time
but we have ever been like rivers
flowing in and out of each other
and once again, in some faraway place in time
together, we will find a place to land
© Ann Bagnall