anchored

anchor by anelephantcant

at the end of the pier rests an anchor
ancient and huge and rusted
a relic of an era sadly disappeared
when I believed that your word could be trusted

the buoys stretch on lines across the bay
a plane circles slow overhead
a grey ship sits a mile offshore
as I reflect on what you said

seaweed strewn along the shoreline
waits for the tide to be washed away
jellyfish are stranded too
but perhaps they can live one more day

the sands of time are shifting
the silent songbirds fly
the hills slip soft behind the mist
the clouds begin to cry

I view the plains from the mountain top
I study the head of a pin
then I find I am going blind
when I peer at what lies within

for your words change how I see life
force my heart to pause and harden
no longer an innocent butterfly
in an invisible ultraviolet garden