Mirrors Of Reflection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting in avenues of another world,
hoping to be found and taken in with
all thoughts of yesterday.

Consulting with seers of fortune,
falling into sections of life's
thoughts as they are constantly fed
with extreme insight.

Solidly forming pictures while thinking
of many past memories of life.

So attuned to living images, becoming
more alike than ever through mirrors
of reflection on any given day.

Selecting the sounds I see in deafening
silence, bringing all music into me.