Breath-Taking Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Concentrating completely on rhythms,
remembering all the nights that I
went without the solace of music.

Set in lonely beds, without a soul
around me, or so I thought.

Listening interiorly, an image came
brightly to mind, an angel standing
beside me, waiting for me to
recognize her in royal white like snow.

Wings behind her, looking straight into
the windows of my soul, a breath-taking
image, too beautiful to deny.