Passing Shadows Of Daylight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding down dusty trails all night, passing shadows of daylight
as memories jump up, awakened from many dreams of long ago.

Measuring staccato beats being shared along the way, locating
mysteries that often escape when awakened from a deep sleep.

Caught in depths of what's needed, wanted and wished for, laying
them all on the nightstand without doubts or fears.

Running around catching the tones of rhythm as they are placed
in western-style designs and patterns.

All of them filled with emphatic sounds of color and auras of
taste that fascinates mind and intellect.