Anchor and Air

The words are soft and meant to soothe,

a promise in the air

to be the sun within your world

the focus of your care

It’s a gentle, weightless kind of grace

to be held in such high light

but it’s hard to find the solid ground

when the day is pressed by night

There’s an ache in needing

what the hands cannot yet hold,

a story written in the gaps

that remains as yet untold

While you build a house of silver dreams

and anchors in the heart,

the world demands a different strength

just to make a simple start.

Love is a fire that keeps us warm,

a light through every door,

but the spirit needs a place to rest

upon a sturdy floor.

It’s difficult to bridge the space

between the soul and survival,

when the weight of every strain

is a crown upon the head.

So let the kindness find its mark

and let the hope be known,

but notice when the world is dark

and seeds have not been sown.

the depth of where you stands,

but peace is found in safety first

and tools within the hands.

One vision looks toward the stars

to find what’s true and deep,

while the other seeks a sheltered shore

where a tired mind can sleep

-dmnd