Tools Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling in line with ideas struggling to be heard,
giving them a voice to be expressed.

A loving and beautiful essence being poured forth
in many coded poems of legitimate sincerity.

Taking me into the sky, soaring quietly with clouds
where only the silence can meet with my mind.

In the midst of incessant rhythms, taking self into
a universe where the only existence belongs to me.

Living it intensely and totally, never living outside
it's wonderful zone of fascination.

Imagining all types of life and memories as they live
in photographic albums of a total essence.

Always cooperating and filling my mind with the tools
of enlightenment and illumination.