Lands Of Daydreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing the pleasure of life being magnified in the light
of darkness upon the dance floor, time being taken into
the wonder of another section of chords and measures.

Seeing signs of coded rhythms, focusing on the center of
another day, nothing to worry about, totally being one
with nature.

Being filled with musical sounds and tones, straying into
lands of daydreams and nighttime slumber, peacefully en-
joying music of the band playing.