Time Running Around Clock Faces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitars wailing into the night, as time runs around
the face of a clock, traipsing through measures of
time.

Using rhythms to count down peaceful moments as they
approach our lives, then reverse their passages as
they retrace their steps.

Wanting to enter other domains in distant dimensions
that are open and free to enter, in order to learn
more about the lives we are now living, not having
a clue of what life is all about.