Hanging In Moments Of Rest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Right and wrong not having anything to say while dancing in
dim lights as the band plays long after midnight, rhythms
stalking people as music continues to play.

Letting scenic designs become part of musical scores, getting
even in the early morning hours that are left hanging in some
moments of rest.

Ones that make many rhythms come alive through this night, an-
ticipating and carrying on with the wonder of time and place
as they pertain to effects of life after all.