Often Looking Inward Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly turning about, often looking inward to reason and
logic as nighttime gleams in the darkness, being lighted
by rays of moonlight.

Softened timid tones of life, creating a mystical thought
process as I walk along ebony pathways alone, deep in
thought, no one to talk to.

Lonely, yet contented with what this mind is seeing and
thinking along the way, happy just to be alive and enjoy-
ing everything in life peacefully and fully.