Shroud Unfolding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching the skyline, waiting for time eternal to stop this
night.

Carelessly cavorting down an aisle of remembrance, avalanches
of retirement, tumbling down hills, unaware of the dangers in
future days.

Sunlit awakenings strewn 'oer the land of habit and total
remaking, scattered throughout eternity, falling asleep upon
beds of sharpened memories, unable to escape nighttime
qualities.

Left upon an island of devastation, brought to bear against
an inner nation of turmoil, standing alone with no untoward
recriminations.

All of life is waiting for time eternal, nightly death
unfolding it's shroud upon all the earth.