RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Soaring With Angels - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Improving life through music, taking our minds onto
shores of tomorrow.
Lying here on edges of night, dreaming of death's
horizons, waiting patiently for my presence.
Looking forward to hearing the music and rhythm of
heaven and singing with choirs of angels.
Shores of heaven looking brightly upon me, soaring
with angels, finding life is dwindling within me.
Feelings are dissipating along with the life of my
total being while I cavort with the angels.
Comments about Soaring With Angels by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye