Seeing Aspiration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching visions appearing on inner photographic screens,
seeing a life that has already been lived, largely immersed
in sorrow and strife.

Looking at future pictures as they escape and come forward,
showing the many things that will be approaching and coming
into fruition in the very near future.

Loving to see aspirations as they grow and blossom into
beautiful visions of what will be happening on tomorrow's
horizon, as the sun continues to rise and fall like tides
of oceans.