Mystically Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mystically, a sterile atmosphere surrounds myriad talents,
inviting them to create everything undone.

Surging through space of past experiences, falling right
side up on wings of flavor.

There are many factors describing essences of beauty as
seen by individuals.

Capturing, as waves capture the sea over and over
tumultuously.

Never swerving from their impact on life, held within
their salted grasp, weeping carefully into pools of ever-
lasting secondary transpirations.

Time held tightly within, awaiting it's chance to speak and
bring about momentary relief.

Set in borders of recompense, stifled in extraordinary ways,
afraid to wander out and walk along shores of tranquil birth.

Lively, taking on most from spiral courts, belying aspirations
of those enclosed in prisons made from another's doing.

Solemnly partaking of varied causes, sandwiched between
dimensions of past endeavors.