Stranded

Our souls and our hearts are all docked at different harbors,
But set out into the same sea
Letting there sails up
For the wind to guide them
Between storms and rays of heat that burn will them
Until their sweltering surfaces melt at the core
And until they become swollen masses that form into one

And the concept of a soul and a heart will become a single object
The sails that so furiously strung out               and held the plight have been worn and teared
And they're sinking deep into the sand beneath the sea
Where the wretched lay
Those who once had hands that pulled them in
The same hands that left them
And the souls and hearts that have become one with each other are now stranded
Lingering in between waves and laughing sailors
And they're floating in the blank palate of nothing
Stranded