Never Losing Sight Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding along dusty trails, listening to coyotes howling,
as a full moon shines down upon us, taking moments into
special spheres.

Places where there's never any pain, just causes being
sung at opportune times through the years.

Sitting in the saddle, thinking and dreaming about things
in this earthly life, moving down into ravines.

Climbing up mountainsides, never losing sight of where it
will be going or where it's already been in this life.