GOLDEN ANCHOR
Ancient history filled the air
The edges burned with light
She cast her only anchor
To the storm cloud's open eye
In landscapes of undying dreams
She collected ornamental leaves
A rip in time
A cosmic bleed
The rain pulled down the sky
She dipped her toe
Along the edge
Of the river's rushing shore
The water rushing by her now
Had passed her by before
The water was a mirror
A golden looking glass
It held the heat of many suns
And many anchors cast
Alive in the water
Were undying dreams
In the moment of grasping
They ceased to be
The ones that had crossed her
The ones that had crowned her
The ones that grew wild
From the tiniest seed
She lived by the water
To be nearer her dreams
The things she can't touch
The things she can see
She would carry them back
If only, she could
But a thing so wild
Would be misunderstood
With empty hands
She could never explain
What cannot be grasped
What cannot be named
She held great riches
She held the whole world
Her anchor of gold
Her eye in the storm.
