Silicon Sonnet I
The computer of the world knows all names
But microseconds long will they stay clear
The RAM-refresh interval ends all games
And soon from the chips they will disappear
Life's but a flicker on an amber screen
Which soon fades from glory into darkness
The resistors of time turn all things mean
Even the great do not long phosphoresce
But our love is a great surge of power
Flying swifter than the disk erase head
And we shall share a glorious hour
Even long after the circuits go dead
It tears through transistors like a great sword
And burns our initials into the board |
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Sonnet II
Base time may blow our lives away like sand
And rot through wood and crumble stone to dust
It may pervert the features of the land
And turn the proudest monuments to rust
Time brings the greatest heroes to their knees
Pulls healthy bodies downward to their graves
It fouls the earth and desecrates the seas
To time are all things chained and broken slaves
But through this verse our souls will break their chains
And live beneath a never-setting sun
For though death's horse upon all mortals gains
It will not match the speed our love can run
Beyond the reach of death or war or time
We'll share our love forever in this rhyme |
Sonnet III
The humid air was stifling like a crypt
The morning sun was pale in skies of grey
And though my fading memories were bright
They could not lift the darkness of the day
No cries of birds called forth from empty clouds
No whispering wind caressed away my tears
And though the songs of yesterday were loud
They could not break the silence in my ears
But through my gloomy reverie you came
And brightened up my day like shining sun
My ears heard music when you spoke my name
And in your arms my tears were free to run
You let the hope inside of me break through
And in return I write this poem to you |
Sonnet V
The fondest wish alight inside my heart
Is that our souls should meet beneath the sun
And never face the rest of life apart
Eternally our hearts would beat as one
Our light would keep the green upon the trees
The birds would sing of happiness not fear
The daffodils would never wilt or freeze
And Spring would last eleven months a year
But yet I fear our sun shall never shine
Its light obscured by heavy clouds of fate
For though it burns with both our wills combined
It strains against the storm's oppressive weight
I'll fight to see my dream come true or die
I could not bear the emptiness inside
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