Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Musical Aptitudes


Controlling circumstances set in motion through moments
in time, allowing contact with inner spirits as they
rein in tantamount purposes forgotten for ages at a
time.

Signaling awaiting precious thoughts to resume their
journeys along ocean highways, divulging memorial
interests and contents of everlasting thought.

Taking in stride, all events countered by living daily
decisions as they are made.

Reaching forward into major arteries of life-giving
musical aptitudes, focusing energy into corners that
have forgotten how to live happily.

Showing off every note and measure of heart's beating
in rhythm with thought.

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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