At times, 'specially on long wintry nights, I ponder the mystery of attraction <br />& how two souls, like you & me, had bonded in spite of all <br />that would seem to spin us off into orbits all our own. <br />Yet this paradox is given the lie each time we converse by phone. <br />It happens nearly every night, as one of us will call <br />the other to discuss our lives, our problems & major distraction. <br /> <br />Surely there's something deep & real holding us in captive revolution. <br />I struggle to comprehend this force, 'gainst which my will is void. <br />For I cannot help but love you, in spite of hectoring sense; <br />& logic alone cannot serve me here: all adrift & full of suspense. <br />Mystery's unsolv'd with answer no nearer (though all my logic's employed) <br />In searching the truth of you & me (in itself a convolution <br /> <br />which can only be solv'd by looking within to grasp the whole not a part.) <br />The sum of which can only be glimps'd through the opaque lens of the heart. <br /> <br />(Copyright 11/25/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystery-of-attraction-a-sonnet/
