At This Place I Have Been Before (Sonnet)

At this place I have been before
where life like a smashing breaking wave just thunders on
and I do not remember anymore
as all those old memories are now gone

but in your eyes there is a kind of light
that keeps burning bright

and you have been my own darling
(of that I am pretty sure)
as there is something familiar to you
and yet holding you feels somewhat strange
as if again our lives have been rearranged
but still our hearts and feelings are true
as if past time and memories they do now endure
and knowing you stays amazing.

by Gert Strydom

Comments (2)

..........the crickets always love to sing in the forest where I live....great write ★
She is my favorite poet.