Silent Thunder Bolt Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Red lights illuminating Wagon Yard like a fire starting to
burn within hearts filled with silent desires now climbing
walls of heart-like ivy.

Growing wildly in shadows of this night, forces beyond any-
one's control, balancing in moonlight with a silent thunder
bolt.

As life turns down lanes with revolving doors, tracing the
light of another dimension that sits just out of reach of
most people.

Now becoming a burning passion that will not cool down at
all, but rejoicing and enjoying it immensely in throes of
our love as we figure skate in depths of our hearts.