Lasting Impressions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bouncing to rhythms my feet are tapping out, swinging
interiorly across floors of sand, building momentum
in rectangular fields of motion.
Lungs filling with rapturous breath and an ease of
stress, pedaling along shores of musical scores,
watching notes anticipate beats of this foreign
heart.
Lasting impressions, frozen in time, like clay are
molded and defined in rhythms of life's pastimes.
Waiting no more on horizons of lost endurance,
instead following continual lanes of inner beauty
and remembrance.
Tapping to rhythms, forsaking all sanity to follow
steps of innate talent and cautious poetry.
Filing away thoughts, energy continues to ebb and
glide to watchful sonata's from higher shelves of
decency and commemorative shadows of silent beings.
Outdoing everything to be on top of the world,
enjoying popularity sprinkled with innate desires
and love.