Photographic Screen Reserved For Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Night has turned into morning even though the sun has not yet
been awakened, still sleeping soundly because the night is
cold.

Not wanting to wake just yet, time enough a little later to
take its place in a morning horizon where it will stay through-
out the day until tomorrow night.

Finding explanations aren't necessary, because everyone already
knows what's to be done, taking mind, intellect and heart -
settling into bed for the rest of this long night.

Not regretting a single moment spent with our favorite band,
for it's been a great and wonderful experience that will last
forever because it's been recorded and reserved for memories.