Quiet Silence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silence fell quickly, quietly, upon my world,
gentle breezes blowing, softly touching my cheek.

Thoughts of yesterday crept, pondering into my
awareness, deftly watching, eyes touching nature's
sightful voice of beauty.

When young, this self-same feeling descended upon
my mind, embedding thoughts, emotions and ideas
inside the insightful side of me.

From within this fascinating sphere, this moment
of time, life turns around, looking at itself.

Looking back on distant years, searching forward,
hoping to remember something, or hold on to a
thought, for the future may not hold anything of
importance.

If it doesn't, life may fade, turn away, visiting
the farthest shore, preferring death to living
anymore.