Edges Of Horizons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to waves of rhythms tinker with my brain, feeling
the sensations and enjoying them immensely.

Wonderful vibrations taking me into depths of incessant
beauty, always standing on edges of horizons, waving good-
bye and then traveling into another dimension.

Lying and joking around, tacitly roaming desert plains,
turning the volume up higher just to be set alone in the
middle of a cactus garden.

Letting it prick me with it's needles to keep me awake and
aware of where exactly I am at every moment in time.

Ancient mariners had nothing compared to my intellect as I
wander aimlessly, never losing my way throughout even the
darkest of nights.