Anchored.
Because each seagull-pecked minute
strangles an anchored soul
shall the sands of desire close every
harbour and Love sail no more ?
Because roped-in boats can express
no movement and pearl\'s glint
goes unnoticed will lucid respect
lose truth by avoiding talk ?
Because wishes grow cold and ocean
rusts iron do love\'s sunken flints
once molten still smoulder when tide
ebbs to show a better shore ?