Canvas Of Surreal Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is surreal, it is like a painting that I am always
painting and adding to it.

Knowing fears, doubts, happiness and joy as it looks out
at me from upon my interior canvas.

Candlelight, wavering, glimmering and letting this soul
show it's wisdom to intellect.

There is no language to be heard or communicated, just
the music of heartbeats melding with melodies that are
incessantly listened to.

A tiny glimmer always shining, a spark igniting into a
blazing fire as I continue writing.

Illuminating the beauty of the world as I stare into it's
landscape, flames still flickering in my mind long after
I have put aside my pen when done writing.

Such intense peace always consuming me in the end, as I
fall asleep in my bed each night.