Mind Books Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Delving deeply into subconscious dreams, taking whatever
I find and placing it in books of my mind.
Noticing quiet sorrow always standing idly by, taking
part in every facet of thought as tears glisten down
into a myriad of pools, full of forgotten or forlorn
landscapes of the past.
Watching them being formed from beyond heart's
knowledge, life acknowledging their presence through
emotion and moist eyes, thinking sadly of their very
beginnings.
Taking steps down avenues of grace and beauty, awaiting
future reunions of the past in all their wondrous glory
and happiness.