A Silent Hidden Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Margins of error held at bay when listening to music
and its rhythms, feeling an interior spirituality
growing, expanding and spreading throughout this being.

Encased in depths of a silent and hidden love that can
never be lost in this earthly life, thoughts coagulat-
ing in areas of the brain.

Feeding neurons and synapses throughout the evening as
the band keeps country rock and roll spinning all night
long.

Never having to wait for mind and intellect to catch up
because they're far ahead of rhythms and in all their
glory, sequestered in a life-long upward motion.

Sliding across landscapes of yesterday, painting the
present through imagery and poetry, taking the future
into portraits of puzzle pieces being put together in
a challenging dare.