the rusty anchor by anelephantcant
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the rusty anchor
the sands of time are shifting
silent songbirds swiftly fly
the hills slip soft behind the mist
wretched clouds begin to cry
seaweed strewn along the shoreline
waits for the tide to be washed away
blue jellyfish are stranded too
but perhaps they can live one more day
I view the plains from the mountain top
I study the head of a pin
then I find I am going blind
when I stare at what lies within
at the end of the pier rests an anchor
ancient and huge and rusted
a relic of an era that is sadly long gone
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 once said
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
anelephantcant 
As usual, enjoyed listening to you read your work.
Scott
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