The View From Here

The View From Here

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Adrift

Adrift,

On this River,

Rootless & untethered to shore or sky
Sun blazing overhead;
this feels like freedom

But when clouds gather...
sweet solitude becomes gnawing isolation

I reach for You-
Be my anchor,
My place to moor; A safe harbour in the coming storm



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