Echoes of a Sonnet

In splendor unknown, a vision absurd,
Whispers of dreams in the amber-lit sphere,
Thoughts leap like prisms, they cannot be curbed,
Enthusiast roses, vibrant and sincere.

Each syllable dances on syllabic tides,
A sonnet is breathing where echoes reside.
Through tabernacles of thoughts intertwined,
Eternity pauses, a moment enshrined.

From laughter to silence, the boundaries blur,
Echoes of timelines, festooned with delight.
Cacophonic verses, the heart is deferred,
Yet knowledge embraces this spontaneous flight.

Cease not this wonder, the dreamer implores,
Enthusiasm's embrace forever endures.

Dreams crystallize here...
Echoes, echoes, echoes...