Tracing Pictures In Sands Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silencing everything, wanting only to think and ponder
upon things that don't always come to mind, their re-
flections mirroring the most thought of ideas.

Waiting for them to straighten out, coming to terms in
sentences as they write sounds of rhythms into the dark,
hoping they'll make sense in the morning light.

Soaring into the heavens, picturing tracts of time while
tracing pictures in the sands of time, hoping they will
remain.