When the sail of your mind is unfurled free
And the blizzard of desire is still blowing
Even a face can launch a thousand ships!
But if beauty resides in the eyes of the sailor
And passion sits at his wheel
Is it not luring lust, which launched the ill-fated vessels?
Sailing without a destination, as mindless passion’s slave
Attached to the anchor of desire, even as it drags you to
your grave
Is there no saner ruler, for this sailing mind?
A captain, to guide with reason; a treasure trove, of truth to
find
Oh sailing mind of mine! Can the captain of reason, rein the
helm of wild passion!
When he is blinded and wrapped, in his ego’s inner jib
Can he withstand, the whirling wheel, and the torque of desire?
When his hands are charred in lust’s ravishing fire
Can he still grip and guide the sailing ship
Can he sail it to the land of the hidden truth !
Oh captain of my soul, sailing my mind
Can a kind heart; and not a pretty face
Move your thousand sailors!
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