Sleep A Reposing Sleep
Strumming and beating a heart and it's strings elatedly,
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
fixing them in tunnels of time.
Playfully interpreting syllables of every note into and
out of perfect measures of every composition.
Often listening in solitary pensive moods, hiding away,
not wanting to be bothered or talked to.
Taking all emotions and tenderly laying them in beds of
roses where they can sleep the reposing sleep of a
No more wanting or hoping, desires being left unfulfilled
for an eternity.
Living a lonely life and finding expressions and meanings
of another life coming soon to pass without another word
being uttered from lips that are closed forever in the
throes of death tonight.