Golden Silence Of Mystery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking turns in whirlwinds of perception, folding
thoughts and letting them sail into the sunrise of
every day as we lapse into rhythms of everlasting
situations.

Playing our memories as we dance in time with our
hearts as they warm themselves by fires set in our
souls with family.

Enveloping thoughts as they fill memories with the
most beautiful artifacts of all yesterday's relics.

Extracting the totality of every inkling into the
golden silence of mystery.

As it harkens to the solace being practiced
throughout moments of difficult situations, ever
ready to find the way in and out of fathoms of
internal abysses.