Oasis Of Adventure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

1: 16 p.m.
Sun shining desperately into an Arizona desert, hoping to
give it an everlasting belief in it's arid atmosphere.

Taking steps down walkways, finding beautiful treasures
lying plentifully in an oasis of adventures, falling
into step with rhythms of this timid soul.

A placid solace picking this brain, taking me into an
exploratory meadow of intense visions, landscapes entering,
giving a whole new aspect to this and my other life.

Peaceful anticipation taking this beauty into an after-
life that I have already been to and visited, not wanting
to return. 1: 17 p.m.

(10/25/14)