Shadows Left Over From Daylight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking into the night, rolling down the tracks,
holding onto shadows left over from daylight,
going along tracks that are complacently reach-
ing into this being's heart, soul and intellect.

Rising to the occasion, letting it feel an awe-
some beating of drums and strumming of guitars,
excitement growing.

Adrenaline flowing all through this poetical mind
and intellect, no remorse to ever fall from this
pen as rhythms concentrate and fall into line.

Every melody appearing and then disappearing into
the crowd as people dance upon a wooden floor,
prancing and having a blast, running melodies
traipsing down neural pathways all night.