Poem: Sonnet No. 3

The Ship

My heart, so quick to spot you and to love,
unfurled its sails and deftly changed its tack
and, though this move surprised the stars above,
and mind and pride did move to turn it back,
this errant heart of mine could not be swayed
though every trick of pride and mind was tried,
it boldly strove to reach you -- unafraid
that by its love, its love might be denied --
so sailing on despite the stars and mind,
and with a faith no faithles heart could know,
it suffered waves of loneliness to find
that spot where all good winds to you do blow,
but now against your reef does my heart grind;
it should have, from the start, obeyed the mind.

~Mike Duron (composed Sunday, December 16th, 2001)