"Separation of One"

 Barking mad, still echoes 
 Aching ears, aching words 
 Wanting something, getting different 
 Only one deciding voice, not you 
 Powerful wave, crashes you down 
 The broken seashell, two halves 
 Need to be joined once again 
 Powerful wave, never changing 
 Desperation, meshing the two halves 
 Disgraceful, a small bond now broken 
 Will it ever happen? Not too late? 
 Desire still there? Can you wait? 
 Barking anger, not fading 
 The voice of power, not leaving 
 The two halves, still yearning 
 As the hands of time continue turning
   --summer of 97