Echoes Poem by johnoe mc guckin

Footsteps murmuring in tranquil chapels
form echoes of childhood memories.
Those forgotten moments brought forwards
in the sudden rush of incense.
Letting thoughts of old friends resonate
in joyful glory.
Those youthful games played in innocence.
Sweep me down along weary corridors
lined and aged in my mind.
Though sitting happily reflecting, enjoying
moments of the past i realise it's never forgotten,
only momentarily set aside resurrected, as i
listen to footsteps echoing among'st the
transept in the tranquility of chapel