A Misty Curtain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lines tracing backwards into time, flying past old
memories laid out upon their graves, silently whispering
to all who pass by to remember them in days gone by.

Settling down amidst the debri of all that's past, life
becomes a misty curtain lying on the rocky ocean bottom.

Floating here and there as if having no connections any-
where, becoming a part of the horizon and never looking
back to shore.

Drifting forever in a land that time forgot, never knowing
anything, but what you've wrought.

Life lying dismally, sinks to the ocean's floor and rises
nevermore to meet the rising sun of tomorrow yet to come.