Waiting For The Dust To Settle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tangling thoughts of pleasure filling my mind, giving my
heart a smile of satisfaction that touches intellect at
the same time.

Beautiful and whole, a perfect place set within where
peace is taking a seat and staying with me, wonder at the
light that comes with it so intensely and lovely.

Loving the feelings it brings, hoping to never have any
of it end, swaying with tender rhythms, playing within
my mind.

Chances of happiness are linked to these feelings, seeing
the placid, complacent and hopeful visions of the future
playing videos in my mind daily.

Gentle and softly pliable, taking me into lanes of my soul
where prayer turns into faith and hope, giving me energy
to keep on going through life.

Enough of suffering and tribulations, just wanting to stay
out of the cold, being brought into the heat of the sun
through awakening every morning I am alive.

Delving into relics of yesterday, searching for answers
that will probably never be found, just doing time through
the years, waiting for the dust to settle to find my way.

Going forward every day, nothing to lose that I haven't
already lost, just beginning every day again, a long, long
look at the future that may never begin or else cease be-
fore I can find my way there.