Silent Growing Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quickening pulses with a fast paced guitar, playing rhythms
that fall easily into this mind.

Noticing nature filling spaces within as lively music begins
to take me into spheres of heaven.

A silent passion growing with every chord, enlightening and
illuminating thoughts as they manifest themselves unselfishly
into and out of my mind.

Digging further and further into depths of intellect, bringing
out all the beauty that is hidden within.

Pleasure and desire filling every fiber and particle of being,
stolen moments taking me away.

Traveling trails along oceans and into forests, across deserts
and into the mountains of my heart and soul.