Forbidden Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Coming together in melodies of many songs, hitting notes together, as we figure the rhythm's of our lives in escapades and journeys, and following our hearts.
Beating measures, totally intensely, never differing from many pathways of existence.
Living on circumferences of our time, never looking back, only inward towards our interior lives.
Dwelling on the horizon of our final sunset, never trying to think of our dwindling time on earth together.
Our arms entwining, holding hands and eyes through all the weathering storms, keeping us from participating in the circles of our times together.
Lonely days ahead without the sun shining over our beings, leaving us in saddened areas of forbidden beauty.