Beyond Black Curtains

Listening to echoes of yesterday, reverberating within my mind,
to tunes of family and precise memories.

Abetting sorrow to be a learning experience while grief traces
our hearts with crystal blue tears of extenuating sadness.

Billowing across desert sands like a hot air balloon, sending
images from beyond black curtains into our minds.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (3)

.all my past life is are mine no more, all the flying hours are gone Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone ★ ....an exceptional write....time is like a dream
Such an inspiring poem. I like.
The last line is the title of a Douglas Sirk film, which was remade recently as 'Far from Heaven'. The author is portrayed by Johny Depp in the film 'The Libertine', unreleased as of this writing, but there is talk of Oscar fro Depp.