Edges Of Illuminated Knowledge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Nighttime skies, sitting back with blackened eyes of
frightened thoughts held back in childhood.
Watching through the darkness, not seeing any light
shining through, hoping yet, for the beauty of night-
time skies to penetrate the ebony of death, and bring
me to edges of an illuminated knowledge, growing
creatively in my mind.
Opening avenues, taking life in stride, pulling me
through puddles of imagination and never stopping to
wreck havoc, even for a little while.
Sensing the apprehension of intellect as it scurries
through an evening sky, hands held high, keeping back
the evils and doubts that are constantly haunting
those who are afraid to open their minds, taking away
narrow avenues of other people's inane desires and
ideas.
So many times being alone, walking along, enjoying the
beauty of every little crystal appearing in gems of
wisdom, constantly in sensuous array, leading us into
the depths of abyss's, mazes.
Never turning away, always ready to try anything once
in life.