Sunsetical Horizons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

With every breath life comes into focus, betraying it's
longevity and place on earth.

Standing erectly, temporarily at every person's edge,
holding out promises of more to endure throughout a
lifetime.

Edges creeping upon us all, quietly pulling shrouds of
color over our heads.

With no where else to go we wander sleepily, not
picking up activities to learn as we go.

Pathways begin and end as we carefully wend our steps
towards an eternal bliss.

When does our life become it's only end?

What time and place do we finally know how temporary
we've always been, and become future selves lying on
furthest sunsetical horizons.