Waves crashing in the turmoil of myself as I walk across the
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
desert gathered closely in the dark night of my soul.
Moving into depths of every oasis, finding the perfect space
to figure out calculations of mathematical formulas on the
particular routes of every chemical equation.
Dancing in the rhythms as each code is deeply expressed in a
make-believe story of life's beginnings.
Falling upon incessant positions of life-long times set in
stones of yesterday's regions.
Peaceful steps of timely positive notions, always dancing
into the future of another hopeful moment on life's earthen
Creeping upon the horizon as they fall open, unfolding before
me on opportune moments in time.