Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Purposeful Truths


Constantly touching our minds with poetry, giving our souls
their purposeful truths as we live our lives separately.

Parallel equations we two, consistently being pulled towards
one another, giving no slack.

Reaching out, losing everything and nothing at the same time,
giving our all and hiding within.

Finding all the pain and sorrow that has filled each of us
throughout our lives, sharing it all and helping it dissipate
at times so we can have some life to continue writing our
hearts into the stratosphere.

Our place is hidden above in the stars, shining down upon us,
blessing us with the infinite wisdom of eternal love.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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