Strange Mysteries Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scathing and wracking against rhythms of tomorrow,
living in tempos of another lifetime.

Searching for effervescent liveliness hidden within
the fruition of positive energy.

Culminating in the essence of an interior atmosphere,
collecting information that is hiding away.

Being blinded in the silence of another time, yet
stretching out in the limelight on this edge of night.

Wanting to love you forever and ever, holding you closer
with every note being played tonight.

Accosting the quiet atmosphere with an elliptical and
opaque solution rushing around in strange mysteries.

All the while being surrounded by the blessedness of
God as we sang, Amen, Amen, as your life ended on a
holy note.