Drift

If stars must set and faith must fade,
it's best they be denied,
to plot a course without their aid
and find some other guide.

If winds must wane and love must leave,
it's best to strike the sail,
that oar and arm at once relieve
propulsion bound to fail.

But should a star lie next to north
or faith be based in fact,
should storms beget a better breeze
and love remain intact,

then take my words where next you go
and take my fondness, too,
and take my breath away--it's yours;
I'm holding it for you.