Fay Slimm.

Anchored

 

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 ?