Seascape Of Ocean Tides Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stepping around the places that try to keep me from being
myself, not wanting to be stopped for any reason as I move
beyond this world into the next dimension.

Notwithstanding, the turmoil of this evening, incessantly
moving toward momentary living in another space of time.

Savoring every moment spent in depths of beautiful times,
alone in a seascape of ocean tides, taking me away with
drifting motions, never letting me fall below the wave of
living.

As I drift alone on tops of waves I finally am being taken
home to a place where I actually belong.