Right and Wrong
by Joseph Sabatino

 

And now I think of how my days could be
If I were with the one I think of now;
’Tis right for me, but not so right for she,
Her warmth, to me, she cannot now endow.

She claims she loves me so, she cannot speak
Her thoughts, so right, without feeling so wrong.
One day, this human wrong that makes us weak
Will be the stuff on which we build on strong.

 

While wishing all the world for this one right,
I wish inside for just one single clue
That she will wrong; and then do right, one night…
To right herself with me, begin anew.

While right and wrong I wish to her combin’d,
I justly wish our souls, someday, will bind.

 

The Dance

She dances in my head the whole day through;
My mind is more her stage than ’tis my mind.
And like her steps, my thoughts of her stay true,
Her movements, like my thoughts, around me wind.

 

How is’t that the ballet around me goes
Around my being and into my thought?
My passion for her burns, she does not know
She traps me in her dance, one she has wrought.

 

She captures me, not only with her dance,
Entwines my soul not only with her smile;
Her eyes, her beauty put me in a trance
In which I would take flight with her for miles.

Eternally entranc’d I’d like to stay…
If I could be with her for all our days.

 

JOSEPH SABATINO currently lives in Somerdale, NJ. As a break from work and play, he contemplates and reflects on his life. What results are sonnets, two of which have been published in the spring issue of Writers' Bloc, Sabatino's first publication.

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