Peeking Beneath Curtains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring into the black sky, jets soaring across
it, going past my sight.

Stars twinkling timidly, peeking beneath curtains
of this night.

Everything is now filled with a rhetoric that
continually slips through rhythms.

Flowing from a band, playing in the middle of Phoenix,
Arizona.

Jamming with sounds of silence, tripping through the
measures of time.

Living in the beauty of perfect landscapes, always
written in skyways of my heart.

Staring into the dark sky, jets soaring across it's
past reciprocations, now lying dormant in sands of
another dimension.