RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Darkest Of Nights
Sleeping in the midst of a desert storm, clutching closely to a
jacket from the car.
Spotting many lightening strikes coming to the ground, letting me
know that they had the power to control what went on in their
No room for mistakes, only precise injunctions of a lasting
peaceful evening, sleeping in a desert storm beneath a full moon.
Peeking from behind cumulus clouds, hoping to be able to move on
moments from now.
Quietly sleeping in a maze of dreams, lasting throughout the
darkest of nights.
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