Whispers Unfolding Into Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going faster into the night, trying to outrun the ending
of this life, treating self to the grace and beauty of
music being played and taken fully into this being.

Finding precious and taunting episodes of the past, hoping
to bypass the present, going straight into the future, a
slow-moving rhythm of Tenneesee.

A rhythm that holds your heart close to mind, feeling so
treasured and cherished for a lifetime of wisdom left in-
side the beating of this heart, whispers unfolding into
tomorrow.