The anchors of our hearts brought us through the daunting billows of tumultuous times,
where we now have torn down,
brick by chain
the imprisoning hesitations of diving into each other’s very souls.
Your words, like waves, wash over me and recede,
leaving a feeling of profound okayness,
an overwhelming rightness
on the shores of my spirit.
my chaotic habits and anxious inhibitions
amongst the shipwrecks,
tangle in the seaweed,
and in time become forgotten in the
All this way
no compass on board,
yet I see land ahead.
And when our toes meet the shore
and our lungs secure the sky of the world
we won’t have a clue where we are.
Exhaling all that we have within us,
we will rest in the peace
that it doesn’t matter.