Edges Of Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A song from the past, a favorite of one of my sisters back
then.

Dancing faster and faster with rhythms holding her own in
the climate of indecision.

Stressing the endurance of intensive leavings, left over
from interior pieces of another time.

Sideways, falling into lines of demarcation, never falling
off of them, keeping to the circles as they unfold and
walk forward into movements.

No one else can move fast enough to capture their beats in
this fast-paced dance on edges of this night, following
paths of tomorrow and it's memories.