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