Recalling Times Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Patterns of the environment circle and taunt, pushing me to notice every detail formed and shaped by intellect.
Solidly testing ideas as they are being created one by one.
Amazing feats of memory, taking me on roller coaster rides through yesterday and all it's trials, suffering and happiness.
Serving me in depths of lifelong endeavors through poetical musings, carrying me forward into a future destiny of my own creation.
Playing on ivories of everlasting moments, taking liberties with each profound moment that I exist.
Holding carefully onto the passage of time, making sure I never fall into an abyss so deep that my poetry can't get me out in writing.