Horizon Of Destiny Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Memories grow old, aging with time.

Space continues between horizons of love,
tantalizing us with promises eternal.

Unlikely sorrows dance penetratingly equal to
lips of fate, tearing, rending our destinies,
folding and falling over under pressures which
are inescapable and tortuous at times.

Simple tasks are endless, our demise is imminent
before we finish them.

Turning over again and again, situating ourselves on
shifting sands of eternity.

Forgetting our wisdom and questions of curiosity as
we hesitantly await family and friends on distant
shores in heaven.