Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Reyvrex Questor Reyes Poems
Love Sonnet 186: 'As I Scour Back Recesses Of My Brain'
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 ...
Adam woke up to find her by his side,
But just wondering, what she's been doing,
While he was asleep, with nothing to hide?
Moses wrote none. So drop the foregoing.
She hanged gardens, Babylon, not Eden,
Once, the object of war, remember Troy?
Kind and cruel, from fairy tales, to then,
Myths of goddesses, who care or destroy.