Lockets Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching for sounds as they suddenly are being beaten on
drums, steadily stepping into dance steps, filling up an
interior atmosphere.

As the night wears on, voices are heard, guitars being
taken on voyages of nature as their beacons of light move
in all directions, absolutely nothing to be held back.

Solemn feelings being kept in lockets of time, preserved
for generations of family throughout the years in
open doorways of this poetical heart.

As it loves and takes care of all that lies before us in
measures of chords being played while mind and soul relax
sublimely.