Voyage Plan (For Jew)

Let true love find me to be the ever fixed mark of constant gaze The spectacle of her thrilling eyes, and she to me the dearest prize A coral when the heart stampedes, or fickle fancy frivolous strays For love must be a leash of common trust, the pole beyond the skies So shall we not shiver when seasons change the wind and mist comes A dark impenetrable fog before the yes, a marsh around the mind For we by love is added as one, most accurate of all majestic sums Trust must be the key to vision when love alone stumbles here blind No arc of sight away in flight, bending ever to a proud inconstant sun But holding hands we chart our course, finishing better than we begun For all nature shall around us spin fresh vortexes of an ancient desire But trust shall preserve us body, soul and skin only for our own fire. What else shall by our light be drawn, like quivering moths must retire Into the dust and cinders gasping at our feet, hope their fractured glass Let true love be constant in this faith, for God's peace cannot expire Through every storm his ways do hold, so upon him all anchors cast So what then this buzzing, this jealous sound, is it of frail frying wings Does some flame the fragile heart deceives, or nestless memory stings Ah, sentinel not the virgin beauty of my sheets, my fortressed pride This castle is built of stronger walls, the drawbridge is up, I'm alone inside They ragged armies may their runted horses rattle until they neigh Pure hubris, the harried hustlings, trust is a wall faithful and secure To smooth for any tool to clasp, all tempted grasp will only slide away And these walls have moats without and within, none crossed before You alone have I shown where to swim, and how to unlock this gate To you my center constant holds, only one holy grail keeps my faith See not my stern behind my bow, point to the haven of your arms See not my flags fly for you alone, your port the weather ever charms It's firm the mast that keeps my sail, look from your castle, I come O sweet the winds that drive me to your shore, what constant tide! You the true Polaris of my compass stone, my fiddles and my drum Love not all alone that carries me, but trust that steers me to your side.