Reality Spent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Steadily walking alone in forests of beautiful dreams,
watching them become reality without even trying.

Light filtering onto lanes of integrity, being
constantly built within over a lifetime.

Fascinating views of meadows and flowers where animal
and bird life flourish interiorly.

A dreamland unfolded in mind, all of it based on
reality already lived and spent.

Waiting to see the next step in life's reverie,
unhesitantly mired in it's tenacity, alone.

Watching the fruition of love mingle with curiosity.