Lonely Abandonment Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering around, feeling a lonely abandonment as time rears its head in a deeply felt moment that suddenly wants to take this being away into lands of another tomorrow.

One that may or may not be here, trying not to think about it, playing along with beats and tempos of drums as they continue to be leaders of the band.

Rhythms being corralled successfully into borders of beings so gently and tenderly tonight, sitting back, watching people dancing, not wanting to stop for any reason.