Ethereal Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently like waves rising and falling silently,
foam splashing about as they crash upon sandy
shores of thoughts.

Eliminating noise, friction and turmoil of
daily life, never changing course, allowing
thoughts freedom of an ethereal passion.

Flowing into skyways of this heart, leaving
their marks quietly upon clouds, grave markers
left behind to show that I've been here before.

Nothing will ever be seen when looking for these
markers, a culmination of all that has been and
become of me and who I am.

Being just as it should be, an invisible pathway
that no one may ever follow, for I am a lone
pilgrim captured in realms of poetry by myself.