Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Drifting Away

She caught me on the tide
as I was drifting away
she was the undertow
who pulled at my will
while I tried to run
never from her
but from me every day.

Legs in the water
heart in the sand
struggling to breathe
until she held my hand
a safe haven
between the deep bay
and her promised land.

She moves me
gentle lapping
swaying my soul
until I was dislodged
uncurled were my toes.

Now in a stream
I'm tethered to her
soft eyes and a dream
no longer am I
…..drifting away.


  1. To find an anchor is every person's dream. When it comes true, it satisfies the soul. Lovely David. Thank you.