Lost Horizons Lying Asleep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lost horizons lying asleep in this brain, not wanting to be
disturbed, having pleasant dreams while remembering times
that were had so long ago.

Now dealing with a hereditary disease, knowing this poet is
closer to death's door, still writing and listening to music
all moments of time in which are left.

Writing in this poignant realm of life at death's doorstep,
wondering when that last breath will be taken from within
this poetical being, not worrying, just living fully.