Which Way To Travel? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching green lights as they beckon my mind to enter
other dimensions and unfold all thoughts opened to the
world.

Solemn and proper, never hiding, only staying out in
clear atmospheres where they'll come to fruition with-
out any deterioration from without.

Listening, capturing every rhythm as inner life walks
forward and then stops, not knowing which way to travel,
a path to heaven or the one back to earth.

A life without the love once known so closely - with no
doubts or fears held within, or an earthly life of toil,
sadness, loneliness and grief.