Finding My Own Pathways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drifting along, floating with clouds as they follow
upbeat patterns of life.
Criss-crossing the sky with beautiful aspects of
poetry, being - touching - my mind with an empathy
of selective songs.
Hurtling through my mind like a storm of perfect
harmony on edges of melodies as they soar ever
higher into intellect's imagination.
Not being afraid of anything, not letting anyone or
thing interfere with what my purpose on earth is.
Tantamount to all answers, lying in wait, I turn
away, finding my own pathways into the evening
twilight.