Ancient Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Centering in the midst of an oblong circumference,
wandering around and watching boundaries enlarge
and shrink in edges of night.

Sleeping spirits awakening in the early hours,
taking time into another sphere away from movement,
causing distant lands to disappear in a cloudy haze
left from another realm.

Saying good-bye to spirits in the night, living in
the presence of ancient beauty as it trips along
lines of intenuating angles and alighting sensorially
in sight.