Sleep Of Integrity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sandy shores being washed by tides of life, always on time,
never late, not once.

Mesmerizing sensations of intellect and collecting them like
seashells on the sand, saving them for special occasions when
remembered and touched upon by imagination.

Falling gently into a sleep of integrity, not being touched
impurely or marred by evil.

Nothing coming about that will taint their innocence as they
are being constantly washed shore through an eternity of
timeless ages.

Surfing memories as they gently crash on shores of the future
somewhere in another dimension, leaving me adrift, alone to
write of their once beautiful existence, lying in a mind of
salient thoughts.

Wonder capturing and taking all of the words and dropping
them syllable by syllable into many poems of life.