They could have well-nigh serve
Anchors for one another for life
Two innocent souls, a shared horizon,
Tethered by unnamed bond and affection
Yet so written in every glance.
In that brief, golden age
They were like a whole world
A sanctuary of quiet understanding
And infinite, but unspoken care.
But he held his quiet like a secret
Novice unaware how to act or react
And she wore her silence like a veil
Waiting for the word to break the tradition
Waiting for the hand to bridge the gale.
But time is a restless ocean,
And the tides, they never sleep
The current of the modern age
Is swift, pretty cold as also deep.
Now twosome drift in same wide ocean
Under the same vast and impassive sky
Equipped well to speak and communicate
Yet choosing the quietude of an adieu.
Two ships with dock in the same harbour
For eternity, sail towards separate shores
Navigating their own “reasons”
So also their “justifications”
On stranger tides, forevermore.
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