Life Having No Direction Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life having no direction to go in, wanting to create path-
ways through the years, leaving the past all neatly stack-
ed in patterns and designs.

All folded in yellowed mosaics of memories, totally being
absorbed in depths of every rhythm, allocating time into
measures that are unending.

Tenderly being taken into your loving arms, holding me
throughout our lives, wanting nothing more from life and
yet, getting so much from it.

Feeling vibrant and young every time music starts playing,
succinctly and untiringly going in step with beats and
their tempos.

Constantly moving through motions of life and liberty,
being happy and contented, never afraid nor doubting the
beauty of it's wonder and awe as we hold one another in
measures of time.