Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet
The blurred visions that confused my closed eyes
Delusions of memory lost in time
Will I see the beauty of love again?
But was love so real in the vagueness of sighs
Or wishful thinking of that perfect paradigm
Replacing echoes of a distant pain
Does that dreamy wanting even exist?
All I can see is a dense swirling mist
The mind questions but is left none too wise
And the wonder becomes a drifting dream
Where are the words that can gently advise
The mind to hush the sound of a heart’s scream
Those thoughts now silent as the unheard cries
The past may not be all that it would seem
©JG Farmer 2019