Across oceans

Yet another stream of incoherent/coherent(take it the way you want) thoughts ...

at shores of time,
together they played
twisting the mantle of time.

vast was the pool
of the ocean blue,
that they tried to empty.

time stayed still
with their laughter-fill,
but then it came
with a warp
torn apart swiftly,
thrown into the mantle.

she laments still
at shores of time,
'O brother! O brother!
My friend of old'

across oceans
souls still search,
for their friend of old,
yet unbeknown.