Sonnet Poem by Vincent Dali

Sonnet



If these drugs heal my brain
If these pills kill my pain
If my name brings me fame
If these frames keep me sane
I pray to catch the train
The train might make me less insane
Cause I can’t blame the clouds
I can’t blame the rain
I can’t blame the rolling thunder
The train takes me from this place
Only my soul can follow the trace
Only my mind can find the place
Bear down hard and break the chains
Let go, Let be, Let die
Save your tears for those who can’t cry
Live life looking through your eyes
Let lows be low and highs be high
Keep your eyes and mind wide open
Pray or keep on hoping that that train comes for you
The rain pours on the mushroom’s cap
Fear not if you sheltered by an umbrella or hat
When the sun smiles a beautiful day
And the last person is slain
The train rolls on down the track
View the world around surrounded by symmetry
Let your legacy be your memory
Let your life shine so bright
Let your soul reflect all light
When the train begins to slow
Yet your mind is still on the go
Your soul is soaring high
And ever time you close your eyes
You see clouds among a place
Where you can feel a sane embrace
See a welcoming, warming face
Looking all around, seeing no solid ground
The train seems not to turn around
Only my mind spinning round
Midnight’s bell tolls so loud
That you don’t hear that charming sound
So the whistle will play it aloud
Believe in other worlds
Among the stars and souls
In the clouds and the world below
The world behind your eyes in your mind
Yet when an eye is for an eye
Never lose sight of paradise
Let your soul take flight
Before it runs out of light
And the candle’s wick is low
Let your highs let it go
Let your mind be set free
Let your soul fly high towards its destiny
Love your love ones flying high
Cherish all those still alive
Wait for those in paradise
Live now with the ones eye to eye
Let it be with your grief and sorrow
It only takes a ride on this train
On tracks with no pain
And minds well sane
Regardless what their brains may say
The songs that play
Keep heart’s reflections and souls connected
Some sins regretted
Leaves the soul forgiven yet the mind can’t forget
Let the papers be filled with news
That shows your mind all different views
When your soul is feeling the blues
And your lows are keeping your mind feeling down
Let you highs keep joy around
Don’t conquer you fears, with sadden tears
Open the eyes of your mind
Look at all the paths around and within
Take the mellow way to the end
Live with a heart and mind you can befriend
Never let a shadow pretend
It’s not just a reflection of the dark
More like the complexion in the mirror
The whisper in the ear
That’s not heard by a fear
While the eye sheds a tear
And the heart bleeds while still
Yet the soul’s pain is killed
Keeps our happiness worth pursuing
Our lives worth living
Our deaths worth giving
To allow all on earth to morn
While one’s soul is with a loved one in another world free and flying
The mind on earth can’t understand
How to deal with pain that the weeping soul can bring
Keeping the mind open and listen to the train’s screeching whistle
Watching the wind drag the smoke from a pistol
Some bullets are not made of lead
Some falls do not leave you dead
Some thoughts don’t leave your head
Some words never cross your lips
Yet, the soaring soul keeps what’s within
And the loving heart is forgiven of the earthly soul’s sins
Catch the train that is rolling in
Look for all the divine within
The minds left open to wonder
The mournful heart that lives and lets die
When a grieving soul lets go and takes flight
All is forgiven in the silence of the night
As the Goddess’ harp echoes upon a forest of rich vegetation and soundlessness
And her divine eyes reflect sunrise
As you hear the charming lullaby that echoes from you heart
Look at the puzzle as a whole not with the pieces apart
You’ll be engulfed by a masterpiece of art
A life that is lived through heart and soul
Is a puzzle solved and understood as a whole
Hold on to joy let go of pain
Hold on to the dreams that fill your sleep
Keep your imagination wild in your mind
Let your mind find what can be found
Let all that seems keep us sane
Wait for the last whistle of the train
Time heals all wounds
Yet time is a wound that lingers too long
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Show the world your sorrow
Feeling cloud nine under one’s feet, live for today die for tomorrow

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