Reaching For The Reins Of An Interior Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching quickly into the night, grasping the reins of an
interior rhythm that just keeps getting more and more in-
tense as the night wears on.

Nothing to get in the way for melodies are now on the run,
racing and capturing invisible spheres as they continue to
speed up, running in all directions.

Happy just to be taken into depths of measures of music all
through the night, replacing and running the words with a
continual beat of rhythm.

Never wanting to stop just keep on going without stopping,
liking this feeling of adrenaline continually, captivating
this mind and intellect, reaching always for the beginning
and ending of life.