Interior Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering songs of old and their rhythms, still
so alive and vibrant to this very day.

Touching their memories, using them to write into
poetry at times.

Filling intellect with all types of stories in the
past, now creating new melodies and poetry.

Reaching into depths of being, finding everything
still the same as it was back then.

Placing them on photographic screens like always,
nothing ever being lost in the interim.

Knowing that an interior passion will never die
through the years.