Doors Of Destiny Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soundlessly, everberations twist and spin before me, vibrating
my inner soul, tantalizing the fragments of existence, hiding
within.

Contemplating the nature of eternity, watching endless clouds
float into doors of destiny, being handed portions of fate on
plates of dubious acknowledgement, considered to be quite
refreshing.

Silently sitting aside while all beginnings of time slide to
unknown destinations, unafraid of the silencing effect of
being.