Taking This Soul Gently Into The Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonight finding the rapid pace and tempos that excite
this mind and heart, loving how they respond to all
rhythms of excitement during the night.

Listening and hearing, only wanting to be heard in
patterns of music, melodies being written and put to
music in depths of an innate talent and intellect.

Washing ashore in tempests of this life, not caring
at all, just wanting to be ready for that final and
lasting moment when there's no more breath left.

Having only a flavorful peace that takes this soul
gently into the night, no one even hearing it happen,
except God welcoming this poet into heaven once again.