Going Into Last Tides Of Evening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching for the ultimate in daily life, hoping that it will fulfill this being with musical varieties of another level of tomorrow, dimensions of wonder and inquisitiveness flowing upward, never going into last tides of evening.

Aspiring for integrity of what can be done if only one can establish self and continue to move in many directions at once, rulers of time constantly lead us into denizens of another world.

Interiorly climbing their endings and learning how to be a part of an imaginational reality all at once in musical rhythms being listened to.