Sometimes when I find myself floating
Drifting aimlessly in rumination and fear
You are the anchor that guides me home
When I cannot find my landing place.
Eventually I would have found a destination
The way I always have, the way I always will
But your presence is like a peaceful song
Singing me to a grounding space.
We are not strangers to bleak wastelands
On canvases of shattered dreams and lost time
But dear soul, the days are brighter with you here
Like a steady anchor to a wayward soul.