Beautiful Particles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonesome roads are falling open before every memory, holding
on to tears of a lifetime, charging into brigades of lifelong
endeavors.

Capturing the essence of yesterday's behaviors as they are
left one by one in catacombs of another life, wanting to be
a part of this picture as it forms within a portion of a
picture frame.

Knowing the beautiful particles that are falling carefully
into canyons filled with tears and never being stranded in a
flowing cascade of water-falling tears again tonight.