Aging Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Starlit skies remembered from long ago, bring peace to an
aging soul.

Twilight memories stirring eggshells of regret for moments
in the past when life was good within.

Handling quietly, years of life gone by in reserved silence,
billowing out into the universe, without an overlapping cloud.

Partaking of little particles that float my way, starving
for more, knowing there aren't any possibilities on this
present shore.

Intensity of loneliness saturates my being with music of
nature, talently etching itself into creative pathways,
leading to fond memories.

Captured on the starry journey of maturity, held in check for
the future of eternity, practiced figuratively in a wisdom
of it's own.

Countless eons, gathering dust, embellishing the gifts within.