There's more than just twelve feet of twain
between total happiness and emotional pain
It's unfathomable, for they shall never meet
The distance is similarly much the very same
as is substantial derision 'tween cold and heat
There is much disparity amidst goat and sheep,
although they both have four legs and bleat
Assonant as the depth of a trenched abyss
the golden rays of sun; beams of silver moon
while one is wide awake, the other is asleep
Half a world away is midnight from high noon
The chasm is a wormhole, millenniums deep
It's a contrast amid abundance and emptiness
Never the twain to coincide. There's no egress
Woes of sorrow to the one who tries to compensate
for the lack of love that causes him to drown in hate
You and I
our words drowned
in the electron breeze
an assonant wave….
THEN a piercing chem-trail-wail
cutting through the bedlam
eloquent drum steps
silver trumpet cadence
marionette nerves strummed
THEN OUT OF THE BLUE, the golden star-shot glare of the saxophone
Now taking giddy flight.
Your eyes--- in the nectar pandemonium
Your smile---- two strokes of genius in a kaleidoscope of rain
---myriad silver clarion confetti
take us
You and I
at lazt
jazz flazz
cosmic colours
jazz flazz
You and I
Little did I know
Our mistletoe kiss that night
By the Christmas tree
Would be the last kiss we shared
And then you left forever
*My first attempt at an assonant poem.
Those familiar with assonance please comment and let me know how I did.*