Forests Of Nothing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking in an absent-minded way, not totally being present,
yet listening and finding words that are loitering about.

Nothing interfering with expectations of intellect, whiling
away the innocence of many years, while sitting and waiting
for thoughts to penetrate and find their way into a brain.

Intellect can match them with imagination, finding a place
for them to be expressed without any interference.

Not able to hold onto facets of any type of extra anxiety,
taking vibrant talent within and placing it upon beauty of
many landscapes in interior solace.

They will always become the essence of all significance in
this life yet to be lived, so far, being divided into the
many puzzle pieces of another era, giving a knowledge of
intense desire to be dealt with.

An experience of expectation can be brought forth within
many thoughts, beginnings are starting to envelope all that
which is unsure of it's status.

Capable insinuations are taking off into forests of nothing,
but literate aspects of another dimension, beautiful gifts
are being given through an innate talent, brought upon me
since conception.

Leaving nothing to be thought in chance conversations, all
is precise and a part of innocent thought, giving in to the
perfect awareness of another life left behind when brought
back here for now.

Lonely for what I had before, wanting only to be a part of
real time again, living always in realms of an energy being
given, constantly through intellect of a higher power than
self.

Knowing and turning everything eventually to this one realm
continuing a journey into expectations beyond Him.