Interior Signs And Omens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly echoing in time, vibrating the essence of life with
classical chords that climb in and out of every moment in
an intense inner divinity.

Nothing to begin or part with, the only sounds coming from
within the sacredness of the soul, interior signs and omens
of inner beauty being exposed in annals of time.

Soothing, effervescent, challenging the sanctity of every-
thing ever seen in a spiritual life, living it's end in the
positive feelings of a becoming death.

No more to be seen in this silent repertoire of mystery and
insignificance, being alone in a solitary space of negligent
time forever.