Sonnettics

Stars are connected to heaven’s great sky
Beauty is also connected to art
Neither will break loose; no, neither will try
These are connected like you to my heart
I am connected to your heart as well
We go together like sunshine and light
Being apart is like darkness and hell
I don’t know why, but together we’re right
Gravity holds all the stars in the sky
Symmetry balances beauty in art
I used to wonder what mattered and why
Now that I have you, I know how to start
Answering questions I often think of
Yes, our connection is centered in love.

She isn’t far away; she’s in my heart
Connected by emotions that are real
Our bodies may be lonely, far apart
But distance can’t destroy the things we feel
I feel her in the morning, after dreams
My memories engage and fill my mind
Her beauty’s there, within my soul, it seems
I close my eyes, relax, and there I find
The perfect plan for this, the perfect day
We’ll wander through the town, enjoy the sun
But first we’ll let the perfect music play
We’ll listen ’til our perfect morning’s done
I’ll bask within her beauty, then I’ll choose
To write a simple poem for my muse.

If she is in Verona, so am I
The sunrise on the ocean is a sign
A day of warmth is dawning; touch the sky
I tell myself to reach for one, divine
Divinity’s the goddess on this beach
The fools refuse to worship; they are blind
She hovers in her heavens, out of reach
Except within the temple of my mind
She calls, “Where art thou?” Where am I, indeed?
Within Verona’s prison I’ve been shut
If she would be my lover, I’d be freed
With grace, my ties to Earth would all be cut.
If you are in Verona, or above
Dear Juliet, I need your blessed love.

She felt my pain and knew I needed her
She called me, and I felt her in my heart
My pain receded, and I knew for sure
I needed her; I needed to impart
These words I’d felt so long, but had refrained
Because I thought there’d be a better time
But there are words which should not be contained
Not when such words belong to one, sublime
And you’re sublime; you settled in my soul
I’ve wanted someone; I just want you, now
I like the fact I have no self control
You love me; I don’t need to tell you how
Ten million things we’ll find; they’ll all be new
Ten million reasons I’m in love with you

Tonight I let my body hear her voice
She penetrated deep into my heart
I let her in my soul; it was my choice
I heard her love, although we were apart
I know there is so much I need to say
But as for now, I only need to hear
She’ll listen to my words another day
Perhaps I’ll wait ’til I can pull her near
Tonight she pulled me near, like tides of dreams
I floated in on waves of ecstasy
I know she talks to others, but it seems
Tonight her voice was only meant for me
And so I listened to her with my soul
And found that I was losing all control!

Three words I want to tell her, from my heart
I’ve felt those words as long as I can tell
Don’t think they can’t be there when we’re apart
They’re like a bit of heaven while in hell
I’ve been in hell too long; I want her touch
I want to be her prince, her knight, her man
They say that you can want someone too much
With her, I’m doubtful that I ever can!
I’ve felt her warm compassion, felt her grace
I’ve felt her heart; I want to feel it beat
I want to say three words while face to face
Three million times or more I will repeat
I have three words for only you to hear
I’ll never take them back, they’re yours, my dear!

From lovers to less; from lovers to more
extremities leave us in the center
when thinking of all that we had before
our future becomes a door to enter
The doorknob is gold and the door, carved wood
We made it for “Us” and we made if shut
The carving is beautiful, smoothe; we could

If thoughts were gold, I’d be a millionaire
Yet I’m so poor my thoughts must all be lead
But thoughts are not a currency to share
I learned that thoughts accompany the dead
And still I’ll pay the ferryman his due
With gold beyond whatever’s in my mind
Regardless, if my thoughts are false or true
I see my thoughts although I know I’m blind
I hate to think of thoughts as simply words
They’re more than any words I speak or write
I watch them soar above like regal birds
They may not choose to land, and yet they might
My thoughts are metaphoric birds of gold
They circle me until my story’s told

I still have Russian asp’rin in my kit
Although my Russian headache has been cured
Cyrillic letters were the cause of it
I never knew аспирин was a word!
I see the Neva, flowing in my mind
At times when I’m reminded of my course
Through streets and alleys where I hoped to find
Relief from my perception of pain’s source!
My pain was not from vodka, clear as rain
Although I had a Nevsky late one night
аспирин helped alleviate the pain
St. Petersburg was soothing to my plight!
I’ll keep my Russian asp’rin by my bed
In case cyrillic letters plague my head!

It’s true that time is money, who’d have known!
I want to spend my precious time with you
It’s worthless when I spend my time alone
But valuable, no matter what we do
My time should be invested in your heart
Where it would be so safe and so secure
And in my thoughts of you while we’re apart
My time with you is precious gold that’s pure
Come spend your time with me; I’ll give you more
Your money isn’t counterfeit; it’s real
“I’ll keep your money safe,” the oath I swore
And “kick their ass” if someone tries to steal!
If spending time with you is all I’ve got
I’m richer than I ever, ever thought!