Speaking Desires Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly speaking to my heart, a desire of yesterday
forms itself in my mind, delivering a certain
sadness at the same instant.
Searching feelings as they traipse my way once again,
reuniting the past with my present place in life.
Raking against my mind, stirring like leaves,
memories previously forgotten over time.
Watching as visions become precise in their animation,
taking their places in succession.