Two souls swimming in a raging sea
Both searching for a mighty plea
Moving through different courses
Searching, pacing, floating, arising

One whose heart has broken shards
Of glasses too thick to pull, to part
One whose heart too bright to see
It dims the dark, it caresses me

Both have loved, and both have lost
Both have seen, and seek to be
The best that they could ever be
Away they go, away they flee

How far they’ve fled we’ll never know
But know for sure that this is true
To where they went there’s peace, there’s bliss
To where they went, there’s no more fear

.
Last night
she said I was cold.
Unreachable.
Surrounded in a halo of frost.
It burnt her fingers
as she dared to touch,
but there was little there.
Just … frost-bite,
and the sense
that she was alone in the room.
In body I was there,
but the Boat of Millions of Years
was sailing through my eyes
to the intended destination,
my lost mind.
She called to me
but I was to far to hear.
Down her soft cheeks
the tears did stream,
as she screamed my name
over and over.
She screamed until
the screams turned to sobs,
as the slow realisation
that I no longer knew her,
knew me, knew anything,
hit her like a wave of grief,
freezing her emotions dead.
Last night
she said I was cold.
And I was cold
because I knew that it was
our Last Night.

© Pagan Paul (16/02/20)