Sonnet 5

If we could live a sane life, you might see
That we are both the same-and so unique.
Degrees are separating you and me,
Their numbers shrinking-even as we speak.

When I'm at home I feel your gentle tug;
The unseen strings you pull have hold of me.
Surrendered to your touch, just like a drug...
And I have given you control of me.

But I've been in great need of some repair.
And all these pieces won't be puzzled out.
I'm dazzled by the short time that we share.
I'm hesitant to set aside my doubt.

      I'll always go through life, so free of shame

      When you speak to me through that unknown plane.