Relics Of Yesterday's Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing down western trails, searching for the relics of
yesterday's memories.

Finding them so easily, as I move into realms of another
sphere, and moving towards another dimension.

Bowling along the ground like a tumbleweed in a dust storm
through the desert.

Believing in the darkness of nighttime skies, enlightening
all corners of my mind, illuminating everything with rays
of moonlight, shining upon every shade of evening.