"sonnerie" poems
It seems that as soon as I forget you’re here
I close my eyes
and you come back
sonnerie Acouphène
you come back
a soft sonar ping
I didn’t realize was still searching
sonnerie
for you
Acouphène
ringing, as in a dream
hanging, silently
suspended, in my subconscious
sonnerie Acouphène
your origin uncertain
and I can’t remember how long you’ve been here
ringing
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC