I walk between the dunes of my dreams,
As I travel into the new day.
And the Shifting Sands of Memories
Are crowding my feet along the way.
lately I have not been able to resist
Resisting the urges to return,
I hear my bedroom calling to me,
Depression has had terrible consequences
My day calls me too; for it I yearn.
On this day I have joy to set free.
I always have joy, but it is often buried beneath the pain
Sunlight burns my eyes, warming my face;
I boldly step out; uncertainly.
It has rained a great deal so far this year, as it is today
Making my way, controlling my pace.
Driven to share myself Earnestly.
Oddly, I am remembering more than just snippets of my dreams
The haunting echoes of my night dreams,
Drives me onward as the sunlight beams
“Shifting Sands of Memories”
a sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©2/17/18 Edited 2/17/2023
Robe, Australia, by Christian Holzinger