Freedom Of Darkness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Boondoggling in the desert, turning into rhythms flowing
through the mall like a silent dog on the prowl, picking
up on faint sounds as they fluctuate.

Separating into a nighttime darkness, hearing causing a
lot of commotion as twilight and stars above continue to
dance and shout into the atmosphere where they find their way.

Then coming back once again, feeling the freedom of darkness,
no fear or dread, only the wonder and tenacious beauty that's
everlasting.