Blossoms Of Hope Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shuffling feet in patterns of rhythm as hearts beat in
synch with echoes of whatever happens to climax in the
heavens above us.

Skating into chords, getting them tangled in our minds,
slipping on peels of notes thrown over decks of boats
from the free world.

Hiding secretly in each of us on earth, seeing beliefs
and faith growing fully into blossoms of hope as they
show themselves in gardens of friendship and love.

Nothing ever being taken or crossed out on plateaus and
mountains, traveling across the desert, arid and feeling
their intense heat all through the day.

Then cooling off in the nighttime atmosphere, rocking
and rolling in imagery and portraits of yet another time
that long ago was dealt a shower of love supposedly.