Colorful Sounds Bursting In Their Finalty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Driving along highways of this earthly life, rolling
down the windows, listening to the wind as it whistles
into the night.

Looking out for a landscape that will welcome this
mere poet to come join angels hovering above the hood
of the van.

Learning how heavenly melodies come into being here on
this earth, waiting and listening carefully to every
beat.

Colorful sounds bursting in their finality, wanting to
be in the midst of everything, joining in with all of
the rhythms of angels.