An old ship

The anchor that grounds an otherwise floating ship
searches through murky water
rocky
sandy
seas
in the past
canvas sails
white and pure
billow
the wind makes them do that dance
to and fro
ballerina skirts
pirouetting
elegant
this way and that
heralding their presence on an unsettled sea
guiding light
night light
beacon paths your way
majestic
form
confidence oozes, waves bow down before you
open the way til you come to rest
oh graceful form you are
the things you've seen
and things you chose not to see
aged gracefully
til you come to berth
salvaged parts
ravaged parts to live in a younger form