Quite Respite Of Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind climbing upon mountains of musical rhythms, taking nature by
the hand, finding a liveliness being kindled inside, seeing en-
lightenment spreading across skyways of this mind.

Flowing into desert terrain in a quiet respite of solitude while
constantly thinking of you in tomorrow's destiny, fate holding
our hands through happiness and joy.

Completely continuing to surround this heart in poetical mysteries
of magic all throughout moments that are hidden in thoughts of
a love filling me with wonder whenever thinking of you in the
darkest nights of life.