Mirrored Moments Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Volumes of poetry are being coaxed from within as I quietly reminisce in a mood of sublime contemplation.
Without moving beyond life in a corner of beauty, nature is finding my passion and lighting it like a blossom of fire from within.
Etching memories into waxen candles, preserving their colorful sights in dense molds of tomorrow's evenings.
To be held in mirror every day as it is told in moments of poetry and expressed in the minds of all those who read them this night.
Under cover of darkened shades, life walks around in nightgowns of insight, portraying hidden qualities in open-ended equations of poetical essence.
Looking into canyons of a mind, full of today's echoes, recalling every nuance remembered throughout the days.
Always being known and recognized as blinders are taken off and placed aside for other diversions of sight.
Calculating measures of every forthright point of reference as life steps into the stance of it's beginnings once and for all.
Energy colliding with an exorbitant amount of silent aptitude.