Their Frame

Hearts framed as one by heaven's predestined photo,
picture taken before the planets
were hung in the sky and galaxies possessed
legions of shimmering suns.

Their souls were pledged in golden bond,
divinely wrapped in love's eternal ring of light.

Separated by distant shores, ambling through life,
each seeing the other's face in their dreams
always haunted by the image,
unable to find love among the concrete layers
where minds wallow in cement cesspool,
existence numb and cold.

Two beings left on fate's doorstep, clinging to muffled knocks,
resounded at night when sobs of ache were trapped in pillow
so they wouldn't be heard by spouse they married,
out of convenience, but never loved.

Ethereal clock chiming to undo their years of failed connections,
as the two married couples try to salvage dead marriages,
booked passage on cruise ships,
storm ravaged seas making instruments malfunction
ships hopelessly headed on collision course.

During the tragedy, on that disastrous dark eve,
the four ended up floating in the water with countless others,
waves finally bringing together intended lovers,
both mortally injured in the accident,
willing surrendering life preservers to their spouses,
in parting gulps of salty rush while trying to say good bye,
before swallowed by ocean while their nuptial companions watched.

Moaned in their absence, but none aware
their souls residing in perfect bodies, spirits now one forever,
now happily spending eternity on honeymoon cruise
across immortality's ocean, memories of tears never remembered.