As I scour back recesses of my brain,
Nary a nook I find without your name,
So broadcasted therein like scattered grain,
That furrowed acreage would fully claim;
Seen as graffiti on cerebral walls,
Or else, as lone signage in glowing lights,
That in my reverie frequently calls,
Having been granted sole visiting rights;
And thus imprinted is your name, so bold,
That shouts of love in my waking or sleep,
Stirring up memories, dusty and old,
Imbedded in my consciousness so deep;
……..That may last forever as poets know,
……..Though not as flame amid strong winds that blow
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-186-as-i-scour-back-recesses-of-my-brain/
