Standing In Lengthening Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Alive with a knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune
of death tomorrow, standing in lengthening shadows of
evening, barricading laughter from coming closer.

Booking between long times through knowledge, fallen from
shelves of ageless caverns, begotten totally from future
pasts, titled into books bound by human tears.

Forever yearning for riches of kings, being content with
little or nothing instead, reading words into minds which
never think beyond what lies ahead in the next few hours.

Solidly ticking away all of nature's lawful hopes, running
into forests of tangled webs, stranded always, alone in
depths of nothingness.