A Mind Of Creative Travel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking roads of life, traveling into our sunsets,
watching scenery so we may recognize it on our
final walk on earth.
Blues shining upon us, melting our minds into
future oceans, filling us with shells of beauty
and scales of depth, portraying our characters
for the world beyond to see.
Claiming facets of the unknown, making them our
own and hiding them close to our open minds.
Exercising future auras, fitting them to my being,
becoming them as they huddle in, closer to a mind
of creative travel.
Walking roads of life, sunsets suddenly become one
with us and our end is finished on this final note.