Quiet Lips Of Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wispy mesquite trees fanning sides of buildings
erected in the arid desert framework.

Life dwells intelligently alone on an oasis,
becoming the beginning, parading heaven-sent
through all-consuming desires.

Fragrantly passing messages throughout eternity,
living on the edges of misspent hopes.

All truth belying the requests hidden behind lips
of quiet solitude.

Re-attempting to become again the salt of the
earth without first dying.