Future Events Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Justification of future events lies in facts of our
minds, whiling away the time as we whistle melodies
that we remember from the past.

Astounding complacent moments, are spent wallowing
in our sight while they retire from daylight.

Roaming across remote areas of our deserts, finding
the most perfect auras ever found in lost lands,
where horizons fade in and out, never staking a
claim in fields of vision.

Always wanting to be expressed in brightly colored
patterns, yet never being taken into interior circles
to be imagined.

Being brought forward into sudden imaginings of
untoward effects of musical delights in total
alignment with heaven.