Haunting Minds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settling quietly in front of a campfire, gently
strumming a guitar, letting it sing out to nature.

Joining with soothing and complacent rhythms,
flowing throughout the night.

Hearts blending together as tones fill their minds
with the memories of yesterday.

Melodies slipping into the night, like ghosts of the
past.

Haunting minds in front of blazing fires, remembering
voices from long ago.

Silently vibrating in the essence of tomorrow's beauty
as the sun rises in the morning.

Embers barely alive, everyone now asleep, guitar laid
to rest, no more to be played tonight.

Love has died and these are the only reminders left
behind to be remembered through tears of a time when
love was still alive.