Poem: Growning (c)old

(Note: this is an old text from another life)

two lives that went astray
one to stay -  no more to say
feelings turning round again
returning where they started from

better feels the thrill of old
costly for it's golden glow
what became a growing cold
once a friendship it was told

boats afloat in growing storm
land of luxury foretold
nothing there to help them sail
they will ultimately fail

seas that could be overcome
used to drown what could have swum
dark the depths of drowning song
the song he sang for her alone