Change of Current

Shadows which cripple and crunch old emotions into sparkling powders of glass and of sand constantly slip, as the old story goes, through time and recurrence, and quick slight of hand Starts with a whisper which sinks in to anchor and drags on with seaweed and gouging of hearts doubt better buried, and scars we have carried limping old gloom pulls the anvil and sparks Is this the kind of life that you want for yourself? Chains on your ankles, steel tethered and bound by the remnants of beaten down pin pricking sadness anchored to the depths of your soul and long drowned? Why not set sail on this fine afternoon into sparkling waters which run past the sun which engulf and crunch shadows to glittering silt moving winds, filled with change which are sweet, sugar spun Rust off the anchor to sputter and rest in water logged graves long eaten by seas Rise up to the moment, light-hearted and strong There's a change in the current, you're suddenly freed...