…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
overwhelmed, 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 always denied
the deepening cracks in the infrastructure
ignoring the shifting sands, the instability
just steps away from destruction
the devastation wreaked
upon our hearts and souls
by something considered ‘a fling’
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
