To where this course should lead may compass clasp <br />And draw no further from my heart's worn grasp, <br />Or lose these winds to drift where hopes take hold <br />Those dreams of land that love has seldom told. <br />It does me naught to think; I drift therefore, <br />As dawn begets the day, and love you more, <br />Bereft of trappings, dropped and cut behind, <br />For still these weighty nets draw deep my mind <br />As burdens task and task... Oh, cry demand! <br />Of questions posed to answer for fairer lands <br />That currents washed away. My soul bears all <br />Lost hopes and leaves to drown a bitter pall- <br /> What love has bound my dreams to imperfection <br /> Has left me, lost adrift in your direction. <br /> <br />-September 2,2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adrift-sonnet/
