RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Treasures Beneath The Waves - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Nighttime clouding over, taking me into edges of it's
horizon where I can look into heaven and see it's
gardens where I was not so long ago.
Remembering them vividly and explicitly through these
photographic memories, flashing against the bluened
lights within intellect.
Rushing hurriedly into the starlit night, watching mid-
night sparkle and shine dimly onto this earth, giving
it a mystical look.
Joining the darkness a full moon comes upon it all,
shining it's rays upon those walking along sandy shores
on edges of the ocean.
Looking out over the surface, watching waves rise and
fall, keeping time with the tide as it rises quickly
into open spaces provided for it.
Washing ashore many little treasures to be picked up
by small children early the next morning, an assortment
of shells and trinkets that were once lost.
Beneath the waves and now appearing again to be recovered
and treasured by another child, smiles upon their face as
they pick them up.
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