Sunsets Of Sensation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pockets full of joyful memories, being carried down
mountain trails, into future sunsets of sensation.

Fulfilling treasures of existent melodies as I sit by
flowing rivers of life, watching trials sink below
rapid waters, carrying them all out to the expansive
seas where I'll never again see any of them.

Stuck in knowledge of my soul, they will always be
remembered in future stages of life.

Sending me down to banks of the Delaware, where I sit
many moments in time, contemplating the magic of my
entire lifetime.

Aromas of yesterday's gardens of memories, saturated
with the scents of blossoms are gracing me with their
beauty.