Dreams Sitting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Days gone by, now just dreams sitting in chairs of leisure,
nothing to say or do in the present,

Cinders and embers of yesterday not counted as treasures of
today, as they sit in dreams for now awaiting their time.

An interior essence is red hot, passion being awakened and
never taken for granted on tomorrow's horizon.

Adjusting quickly to a new direction in life, one that was
never chosen, but is here today, tomorrow and yesterday.

Deep feelings felt in this heart that beats in time with
rhythms being played through the night.