Spirits Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Still, silent, into a moonlit night peace descends
on spirits of love as they make their way into
darkened twilight.
Satisfying inner desires with tantamount finesse,
liabilities falling by the wayside, being tied
together in twine of past daylight hours.
Wires strangling life, coiling around it like snakes
in a pit of jungle death.
Swerving, careening, crashing into fate along the
way, as pictures are broken, slashed, forsaken on
the way toward death's lonely, lonesome journey
from the people and things we know and love on earth.