Lifting Souls And Spirits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tiptoeing through quiet interior gardens of fate and destiny,
looking around, finding many attitudes of life in special
places.

Never interfering in the livelihood of imagery as it creates
portraits and landscapes out of an imaginational reality that
tends to its duties of living.

In a spiritually creative atmosphere, soaring into skyways of
life on another plain, another dimension far from this mundane
earthly one we are captured on.

Being captivated by unknown reasons, lifting our souls and
spirits onto upper echelons of living beyond black curtains
of death.