Changing Solo Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking flight, soaring into a blackened night,
filled with stars of fate, twinkling and
leading the way into a frontier reserved for
only me.
Sating my mind with effervescent thoughts,
coming to take me away.
Solidly interpreting all notes into a language
only I can understand and interpret.
Jumping at the chance, finding my way into
tidal waves of desire, changing solo patterns
into expressions of beauty and delving into
nature's sensuous treasures of life.

(4/22/13)