Memories Left In Albums Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rummaging around in the recesses of yesterday's memories
that were left in albums, unopened and not looked at.

Lifting eyes into the atmosphere where intellect shares
itself with mind-sets of an inner freedom and liberty.

Looking into all sorts of attitudes, seeing only lies
and illusions that have been left behind.

Drifting away into midnight skies of darkness, relying
on spheres that gather and collect every bit of informa-
tion to test in the light of day.