Hovering Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wiping out life's mistakes with a process of thought, delicately stemming from a subconscious whim of
intelligence.
Lighting candles down aisles of my mind, as I pass
through hallways of shadows hovering about my soul.
Searching forever for the focus of answers needed
in this day of twilight life and antagonistic horizons.
Walking ever toward lightened clouds of knowledge,
learning that - once again - life hasn't stood still
and is revolving through many doors of dissatisfaction
and bereavement.
Yet, we continue to put one moment after another in
rapid succession until our ends are finally in sight
tomorrow.