…ever find each other?

Begging for an answer ,we ask the question
Will our hearts ever find each other?
Or are we destined to drift back and forth
in the endless ebb and flow of time?
but the distant moon is lightless and silent
constantly captured by the outgoing tide
we are carried away from each other
over and over and over again
only reunited for brief breathless moments
shifting back and forth in ecstasy
as the rest of the world fades away
denying the inevitable separation
that always comes too soon, too soon for farewells
now a sudden breach in the canopy, falling off the cliff
the adrenaline rush, just before the descent into darkness
we are carried once more, back to sea
heavy with the weight of separation, drowning in our uncertainty
our hearts once full, now devastatingly empty
light as floating feathers, fragile and beautifully broken
we are now our own odyssey
threads of each other, delicately woven
into every heartfelt line of our story
cast adrift in the ethers of time, constantly circling in the indigo
the only sound in the vast abyss, the mournful lament of the crows
our siren songs call softly to one another
we have burned all our bridges, now endlessly searching in the dark
seeking the ached for union, of our lonely souls
but imprisoned in hope’s dark lace
like a blade, our loss cuts to the core
we cast our shadows into the night
soon fading, into an ocean of black
betting everything and nothing on the fickle threads of destiny
to navigate us through this tapestry and hear our heartfelt lament
Will our hearts ever find each other?
Or are we destined to drift back and forth
in the endless ebb and flow of time?
but the distant moon remains lightless and silent
© Ann Bagnall