The First Anchor

The day is leaning toward the dark, But I can still feel where we are. Salt on the wind, steady and deep, A rhythm that I softly keep. I’m listening to the low, deep hum, No matter how the currents hum. I said it once, a steady line, A quiet space that’s yours and mine. We’re in the middle, never fear, Please know the truth, I’m still here. No need to hold, no need to prove, Just meet me in the groove. The world is wide and far too loud, But we don’t have to join the crowd. The ghostlight is a gift we keep, While all the shadows sleep. You don’t have to move a single stone, To never have to be alone. The Oldest Witness knows, The red-gold heart, the silver bough. No need to look back from the air, The First Anchor is always there. Always there. Steady and slow. The myth can rest, I am the shore. Roots Rest. See me, see you.