my fingers shook
from the cold
or my feelings
i don't know
i sat on the steps
of the ancient ruin
and thought of the
where i had reached
as the wind blew
i felt my self drifting
off from the reality
of this life
i sailed by like a
deserted ship does
without destination
and its crew
my anchor missing
in the haste the crew left
i was left all alone on the deck
travelling to oblivion
then i remembered
this one face in many
that was ever present
in my ruin of a life
with tear filled eyes
i thought of all the times
i never thought of her
as the true anchor
i came back to reality
on the steps of a
cozy home and
fresh backed pie
with my arms loaded
with flowers and
eyes filled with love
for her. my Anchor
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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