Awaiting Alignment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling into abysses, searching through clear blue lights
for answers to questions left us on shores of life.

Awaiting tides of becoming, we lie about, with hopes in
dreams we've slept through.

Noticing when awakening, our places are out of alignment
and must be reinserted into horizons of fate.

Suppressed for so long in back pages of books, we clatter
and jingle, trying to change our levels of intelligence,
hopelessly imagining every circumstance through music.