Dew Covered Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visions sprouting in a dew covered memory, restlessly
forming many adjectives - allowing them silent sounds
of beauty.

Picturesque screens with pictures riding in deserts of my
own making, giving explanations to another sphere some-
where in rain storms of future designs.

Believing in a God, and being forgiven by the side of
heaven above me.
Taking all the wonder and awe, gathered in gems of verse
with me.