Nighttime Spirits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing back, watching an absolute essence entering the
atmosphere of another time in life.

Occasionally moving into directions of other dimensions,
symmetrically engineering the energy of all prospects
that come into the line of fire.

Lasting always on the edges of night, wandering across
deserted plains of yesterday's past.

Memories keeping track of everything in the little world
surrounding it with a silence of interior souls as they
lie down in desert wastelands.

Ready to expire and find self at the doorstep of nighttime
spirits, held in a gripping embrace as he takes us with him
beyond this earth.