A word came to my mind today in chimes
where wood reeds stood sand tall in pairs
like lovers spun in airy tales of olden times
when hearts sang of heather seed prayers.
But the word flew past as echoes’ remains,
rang void vacuumed sound inside the gaps,
hollows down from which arise sad refrains,
and compressed steely safes, worded traps.
No words came by today in orange branches
only windy specks prickling chapped cheeks;
a sun stole glitter flecks on roofs of mansions
and barren pop songs dribbled old lyric leaks.
Language lost mourns words gone dry before
a poem’s purl through a keyhole’s open door.
photo credit: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/
In the gaze of the other 
love it! ❤
Thanks, Emma! Tried a sonnet, of all things. 🙂
Hey, sometimes it is nice to go back and get inspiration from the classics, right? 🙂
Precisely!