A Heart Light
Like the Christmas lights
around the tree you light my heart
but not with a cord plunged into the electricity
but with the heat, flavour, depth and width of
your love for you
Your fingers touched my heart and its guard
That soon you unwrapped and threw away
and my heart was left defenceless and unprotected
but you never left anything thing harmful enter my heart
and soon my heart was shining like that of the royal knight armour
up in the museums of history
Your soul I felt brush against my beating heart
and then you loved that heart which had never loved before
so when it shone it did not stop even at night all year round.
Your love is clear and crystal like a diamond
Pure and simple that you can see through
but it is invisible to the conventional eyes
and it is has no price because no price tag can be put to it.
It does not hang and weight but infuriated my heart
And nested its self there forever more
A was not rich nor famous but I gained the world
You could not be contained in the ball of my eye
but only on the whiteness of my feathers
It glides along the my outer coat – that is my skin
It has changed the ray of light that passes
and the perspective with which I watch the world.
The world cannot see me because I have become transparent
There is no longer a veil that hides that truthful feeling I behold
Weaved around my hair are the dried sticks
just like that feeling has weaved itself through my being.
With sticks, weeds we fish out and make a garland with it
We wish upon the deep moats in the woodland and we drink to
the end of another day that we have spend together.
The wreath goes beyond the dawn, twilight and the eclipse
It transcends the understanding and the logic of the scientific world
It is only a symbol that stands for something much more powerful and enduring
That all natural feeling that I have given myself up to
and that we should all look for it in the clouds, the branches and the waves of the grass with it we are transformed and become a different person – a better person
There is no path to guide us to or in that journey
We have to find it ourselves within the expressions of the leaves and branches
The nests that are weaved just like what we have right here and forever more.
By Elena Kokonova
I absolutely love these 3 sonnets I have written. They are free verse sonnets :-) and they follow one another as I have written them so they go together. Think of it like a package deal. Hope you enjoy. Some feedback would be fantastic. thanks