Waves Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strangely eerie, this evening is filled with gentle gusts
of wind, stationary thoughts swaying on waves of reality,
just being what they have become.

Solemn and quiet, letting bits and pieces of harmony keep
time with air currents in my mind, chords running in and
out, touching, giving coded rhythms a sense of belonging.

Flowing joy, searching for a place to reside in, being pla-
cated for a while as melodies find their way onto plains
and atmospheres of another tomorrow.