Fine Lines Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recklessly riding into the darkness, loneliness filling me
with an emptiness coming straight from my spirit, search-
ing for an inner energy of past years.

Hoping it will reappear before the morning sun rises over
this horizon, being blessed with the freedom and liberty
of an open mind.

Walking fine lines of life and death, following edges of
another horizon, leading into other dimensions, trails
leading in and out of picturesque landscapes of imagination.

Striving to follow them, being left behind more often than
not, flowing with whispers of forgotten memories into the
future.