Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Joyful Privacy


As I close my eyes and watch the world within spin and
play to tunes of my soul's desire, a peace descends
upon me and life outside my body stops for a while.

Swirling, turning towards inner rhythms with an all-
encompassing wonder, I dance serenely with life and
it's moments of total, joyful privacy.

No one can touch or come near when I am with myself
alone.

Promises, vows, oaths, nothing to take seriously or
curse - the only thoughts walking about are quiet in
nature.

Filled with the prospect of beauty, voices of inner
tranquility proclaim an innocence of all who enter
their own private domains in times of eternal sadness.

Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013
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