Secretly Yearning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Relics of past centuries filter through today, finding a
way into realms of beauty of another time, still, quiet,
taking me further into the silence of unknown depths.

Rocking and rolling along dusty trails into a no man's
land, casting glances to and fro, catching one another's
eyes, knowing pretty soon we'd be lying in bed together.

Looking forward to it, secretly yearning and hoping this
evening would end so we'd be lying in bed once again,
making love and becoming one throughout the night.