Sensation Of Desires Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stretching out into the evening, taking no directions,
just meandering down lanes of beauty, penetrating in-
tellect as I listen to music.

Sensation of desires suddenly filling me with exquisite
pleasure as I daydream of a life in the past that thrill-
ed me constantly.

Giving this poet a wonderful and peaceful serenity as I
slept in imagination, dwelling always in a bluened light
of the Divine.

Tasting the thrill of our passion back then, wishing it
could still be filling me thoroughly even now, but you
have gone far beyond me, my dear.

Silently wishing and mourning for you incessantly, tears
spilling wildly about as memories keep me coming back in-
to the passion of daydreams of what we once had together.