Strumming and beating a heart and it's strings elatedly, <br />fixing them in tunnels of time. <br /> <br />Playfully interpreting syllables of every note into and <br />out of perfect measures of every composition. <br /> <br />Often listening in solitary pensive moods, hiding away, <br />not wanting to be bothered or talked to. <br /> <br />Taking all emotions and tenderly laying them in beds of <br />roses where they can sleep the reposing sleep of a <br />deadened life. <br /> <br />No more wanting or hoping, desires being left unfulfilled <br />for an eternity. <br /> <br />Living a lonely life and finding expressions and meanings <br />of another life coming soon to pass without another word <br />being uttered from lips that are closed forever in the <br />throes of death tonight.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-a-reposing-sleep/
