Melody's Backstreets

Recognizing rhythms from backstreets of melodies, enjoying
their steady beats as they tend to be gentle reminders of
what used to be.

Carefully taking memories into the existence of the present,
fully alive and vibrant, tantalizing this mind and intellect,
joyous freedom and peace filling this being.

Having an unlimited vibrance, never yielding or slowing down
as as the years pass by one by one, aging memories becoming
clearer as time wears on.

Finding steps to heaven becoming more and more visible while
going through measures of chords, putting together puzzles
and pictures of tomorrow much faster than ever before.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (1)

RoseAnn, such a great inspiring poem👍👍👍