Taking One Preserved Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lighting pathways through sorrow, lifting the black
curtains partially, allowing me to find the way into
tomorrow.

Letting everything fall amongst shadows as music
continues to play with an iridescent melody, enticing
me to dare and challenge death as I walk alone.

Wanting to experience it over again, having found it
a wonderfully addictive feeling, always wanting to go
back and re-experience it's fullness.

It's equality lies in depths of yesterday's moments,
looking back and forth, never tiring of rhythms as
they play exclusively just for me.

Through innate intelligence, standing on the brink of
a falling tone, taking my one moment preserved for
that one second between life and death, awaiting the
sensation of traveling from one to the other.