Tracing Beginnings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights shining from inside foliage hanging upon
some mirrors, looking like a Christmas decoration.
Finding the utmost in a delicate situation,
providing the background for another poem.
Listlessly finding a way through the ebony,
blackness of past tunnels.
Going in opposite directions with many aspirations
of being famous and astute in aisles of tomorrow's
halls of fame.
Carefully seeing sights that have been hidden and
now have been opened wide for me to climb in and
swim in it's depths of infinite inspiration.
Believing in the availability of a future miracle,
watching it develop even now in scenic landscapes,
crossing my brow.
Incessantly crawling forward, never mistaking the
clues of hidden secrets because they have always
been embedded in my brain where I will keep them
safely tucked in.
Expertly tracing their beginnings into the future
of tomorrow's ending sunsets.
Living on the edges of all that has any meaning
here on earth.