What Anchors Cannot Hold 329
I miss her now,
Though sense says that I shouldn't,
For when she shared my floating space,
I did all the things a careful sailor couldn't.
My compass gathered dust, my charts went unread,
Let slip away each task that kept us fed.
Lost track of time from sunrise until night.
Forgetting that a sailor needs his sight.
The weather shifted but my eyes were blind
To everything but her - until I'd find
The waves had moved unobserved,
And the boat had drifted far from paths I'd served.
I thought my love would be enough to bind,
Not seeing through the depths of my design,
That hearts can't hold what never was mine,
But a steadfast course makes hearts fall into line.
And so came the dawn - and with it came to mind
That every sailor leaves some love behind,
That no tide stays high,
And that safe ports deny.
That winds blow where they please,
And ships bend to their seas,
But stars still guide when harbors slip away,
And open seas hold promise of a new day.
