In my heart there is a chamber,
It echoes with your name.
Resonant memories of love,
Cold ashes that remain.
Hindsight, like viewing a tunnel;
Burning fire at the end.
And resounding down all its length;
My fervent cries of pain.
I recall our cries of passion,
Enthralled with lust we’d lie.
Still, in the end I rise up loved,
Voice uttering a sigh.
I have my memories of you,
You will always be nigh
“Echo Chamber"
a sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©4/28/17
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks
You will always be nigh
a sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©4/28/17
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks