Tangled Quicksand

I reach for you through shifting ground,
But every step pulls me deeper,
Where echoes of anger coil around
The whispered love I keep in secret.
Your eyes are both anchor and abyss,
A storm I cannot tame nor flee.
The past and present intertwist,
A future that refuses to be.
I fight the pull of your memory,
Yet find solace in the ache.
Quicksand heart, wild and free,
I sink willingly, yet awake.
No bridge can span this fractured space,
No word undo the tangled trace.
Love and rage, a twisted dance,
An impossible future caught in chance.