Reflections Amidst Shifting Sands

The dawn breaks soft across the shifting sands,

A thousand grains cascade, a golden sweep.

I trace my journey with unsteady hands,

The dunes they rise, then fall, then fold to sleep.

A gentle breeze curls secrets through the air,

And every breath pulls thoughts I’d left behind.

Memories linger, carried without care,

As ripples blur the edges of my mind.

Yet then a hush—a calm that holds its breath,

The dunes pause still, as if they sense my plight.

I find in silence what I’d missed in depth,

A truth that shapes the shadows into light.

Time bends with each soft footstep that I make,

Yet leaves its mark in every path I take.