Mystical Atmosphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding into a future mist, not knowing what lies beyond
it, hoping it won't be too troubling, no fears or doubts
when doing so.

Sensing something intuitively that it won't ever hurt,
it's an angel sent from God to help in this life, running
into a mist, finding an expectant promise lying in the wind.

Not ever being taken away, reasons always hiding in a mystical
atmosphere between life and death, seeing both sides of these
black curtains of life and death.