Special Atmospheres Of Perfect Finality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Attitudes spilling out into the night and sliding onto the dance floor, scaring some who weren't expecting it.

Reasoning and logic looking for a place to rest and relax while touching our hearts and souls.

Wondering and contemplating what is to come in the future that will break open the love of all humanity at last.

Hoping for a full disclosure and taking everything together, leaving nothing behind in this last sunsetical horizon.

A special atmosphere of perfect finality and love that cannot be taken beyond the black curtains of death while alive.