Dancing Through Visions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing by the wayside, letting life pass me by, taking
time and letting it sift through my fingers, never being
held or molded like clay.

Wishing to be transparent or opaque at the ending of each
day, precluding the best there is, finding along the way,
being specific when going into rhythms.

Hoping they take me into outer deluges of tomorrow, watch-
ing and glancing through visions of destiny as I go forward
into passages that once upon a time were left behind.

Now hoping to pick them up once again in lines of poetry,
gearing up with a purpose in mind, as I wend my way through
the rest of this life.

Solving particular moods of emptiness and loneliness through
many varieties of music in this long and harrowing life on
earth, turning away, walking in another direction too dark
to see anything.