Last Sunsetical Shore Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sailing away into the sunrise, knowing that there will not
be many more to see before lying down beneath a last sun-
setical shore.

Watching clouds drift slowly across the sky, fascinated by
the way they stay afloat above the surface of earth being
carried away by some unseen invisible hand beyond our vision.

Always imagining different shapes, forms or animals within
their billowy white fluffy selves, at times being darkened
by interior storms they are carrying over earth to drench
some place or another with life-sustaining torrents of water.