Eyes Of Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out the window, traveling down the freeway, watching
the mountains before me, looming majestically into my mind,
enticing my essence to come and climb them within the spheres
of intellect.

Seeing them with eyes of sight, yet feeling their textures so
intensely that I feel I am actually on their steep sides,
climbing and holding onto the rocks as I climb higher into the
atmosphere.

Looking down, seeing the horizon below me in juxtaposition to
my soul, dizzying heights, taking me soaring into imagination.

Leading into many avenues of literature as words spill out and
down into the canyons of my mind, collecting there and being
fed to my essence where they are eventually written out of.

Always calming my soul, I reach for the sky and hold on,
taking off into beautiful landscapes of picturesque sounds
of rhythm and tones of talent in perfect pitches, along with
the notes themselves being played.