Hearts Calling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights flashing, beckoning an interior life spiritually, vibrant
yet silently looking without, knowing that rhythms have since
died down from what they used to be.

Now echoes reverberating then collapsing in the darkness of each
and every night, hearts calling through winds of tomorrow, look-
ing for long lost friends somewhere beyond the horizon.

Living in the debris of what used to be electrifying and energetic,
traveling through the atmosphere and capturing attention of in-
tellect whenever hearing tempos catching up to the rhythms we once
heard in the past.