Waves Of Present Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Getting lost within, losing sight of banal horizons,
leaving behind, many unnecessary tempos that no
longer match my rhythms.
Soaring over yesterday's boundaries, finding new
facets and aspects unknown before.
Life flies alongside, entering port holes of other
dimensions.
Seeking new areas to settle into with undue anxiety.
Placing visions on waves of present moments,
scattering thoughts over wide expanses of subconscious
imagination.
Beauty lying within autumns of my future demise.

(3: 47 p.m. - 1/17/11)