My Anchor

In the maze of words,
of causes and consequences
in the darkness inside..
floating, uncontrollable and lost
Thoughts look for a meaning,
to hold on to, to guide,
an Anchor, to keep them in the present,
In the Now.
To stop them from rushing ahead... and crawling back
Now is where they aught to be...
My Anchor.. would you come to me,
like yesterday, when meaning was drowning
in that forceful flood of thoughts...
would you extend that arm, to keep it alive
and burning ?
And keep me awake when the night becomes darker,
and my eyes heavy,
Would you help me stay, help me Be?