Silent Wake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in the silent wake of evening as it unfolds in
the darkness of nighttime dreams, matching thoughts with
lightening speed.

Wanting to transfer their innocence and purity into deep-
est thoughts of tranquility, totally escaping into fertile
measures of life and rhythm.

No thoughts of failure or doubt, subjects taking a stand
in intellect where they find their way in the blessedness
of a holy realm given only by God.

Feverishly unfolding and tackling songs of sadness and
sorrow as they sing silently like a harp in a midnight
breeze.