Cobwebs Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sashaying through coded musical rhythms, taking me into
lands of dreams where only I can go.

Main titles of life are careening down pages of history,
leaving all moments of the past hanging upon cobwebs of
yesterday.

Inspiring and testing the environment throughout the
years, never missing a beat.

Researching and thinking along lines in laboratories as
yet unequipped to handle the unique talents of an innate
spirituality.

Wisdom being bent in all directions, nothing able to
change it, living in a total atmosphere of bluened light.