In The Clockwork (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In every beautiful flashing memory
there are pieces of recall,
as if again moments want to unfold
while they do return to my thoughts.
In every intimate and sincere thing
moments are intense and sometimes raw
as if I do always do retain parts of you.
In days of great change
your footsteps boom constantly,
tatters flash of every moment,
as if everything in the clockwork comes
with a own kind of insight
while the course of life ticks,
do only limit us to each other.