Sonnettics

I need to climb a mountain; you were right
And yes, with little steps, I need to start
I cannot see the peak; it’s out of sight
The strength to climb it’s here, within my heart
You know it’s there; I let you in to see
Whatever I had buried deep inside
You found them all; the pieces that are me
I promised you that I would never hide
I know it feels like I’ve ignored your care
But Sweetie, I’m as frustrated as you
Logistics are a pain. I’m here; you’re there
Ignoring love’s a thing I’d never do
Come climb with me; we’ll summit, side by side
I’ll hold your hand and let you be my guide.

I need the tears; they make my feelings clean
I hate the tears; they burn my eyes with pain
I don’t know what the tears expect or mean
I only know they’re part of life’s refrain
The music comes, demands that I compose
Expectantly, the notes demand my time
My heart begins a rhythm no one knows
Too frequently my feelings end in rhyme
I wish I could make beauty nod her head
She’s been my muse; she’s helped me to create
Her approbation comes in streaks of red
Like sunset at the close of dappled fate
I cry too often for my heart to bear
My heart belongs to anyone who’ll care.

She told me to be angry, and I am
Tonight I tried to stand, but almost fell
And if I fell, I couldn’t give a damn!
My broken body feels like it’s in hell
Be very angry’s what she said to me
I’m very angry since that fatal day
I hate the way that now I have to be
I never knew that life could be this way
They say I should be grateful I’m alive
I say they all should shove their gratitude
I work my ass off! That’s why I survive
And yeah, it’s better to be seen than viewed
She told me to be angry; it’s my right
My anger will ensure I win this fight.

I want to drink you deeply, like a wine
The flavor of your red, red lips is sweet
Come kiss and make a red, red stain on mine
Intoxicate and make my soul complete
I have no way to tell you how I feel
Except to use the metaphor: I’m drunk
Intoxicated happiness is real
It’s not some myth that reason can debunk
The joy of you inebriates my soul
beyond the simple vintage of your touch
One drink of you and I lose all control
And yet I’m sure I’ll never drink too much
Come fill my goblet once again, my love
It’s more than your bouquet I’m thinking of!