Life Weaves And Wends It's Way Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rippling tides flowing in opposite directions, giving an
energy that fills our beings with plenty of purpose as we
settle into senses that entertain and delight us.

Throughout the night, journeys being finished with waves
finally crashing against the surface of our minds, glassy
and totally slippery settled in our dreams.

Creating shimmering reflections, filling everything with
silent motions, taking minds along paths of wonderful en-
ticement and wonder.

Walking down shores, sandy and filled with seashells to
be chosen and picked up when they catch someone's eye,
always being cherished.

Treasured as life weaves and wends it's way through flow-
ing motions of undertow beneath a curiosity that never
stops.

Taking intellect down corridors that are invisible to the
naked eye, sojournly wandering, finding sadness has been
haunting every step of the way, letting us find the answers.