Soaring With Angels Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Improving life through music, taking our minds onto
shores of tomorrow.

Lying here on edges of night, dreaming of death's
horizons, waiting patiently for my presence.

Looking forward to hearing the music and rhythm of
heaven and singing with choirs of angels.

Shores of heaven looking brightly upon me, soaring
with angels, finding life is dwindling within me.

Feelings are dissipating along with the life of my
total being while I cavort with the angels.