Invisible Tides Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going to sleep, lights shut off, darkness surrounding the
atmosphere with its natural inky color, mind reaching out,
thinking that something's there.

But it cannot be reached, invisible tides rising and fall-
ing, slinking along edges of subconsciousness, silent ex-
cept for a whisper flowing with air currents of a ceiling fan.

Mind spinning in an atmosphere of darkness, igniting an in-
terior energy in which to grasp hold of some invisible mean-
ing, wanting to be heard and dealt with.