RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing into this night, recalling moments of sacred memories,
precious and dear as they rest lightly against this mind, in-
tellect holding them carefully on photographic screens within.
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Skating across effervescent pathways, being lit with an
interior faith that's igniting candles of love being
held in corridors, waiting for the one I truly love.
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Turning away from lights glittering on the horizon, preferring
to find my way by moonlight shining down upon earth while walk-
ing into the nature of being.
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Feelings and emotions changing patterns and designs of
intellectual thoughts as steady beats fall around like
raindrops of color, their texture touching senses.
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Music reaching into the very depths of this soul, tempting it
with rhythms and taking away all pain and sorrow that's been
kept inside in the wake of life.
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Riding into the night, being satisfied in collections of
thoughts as they flow into an essential waterfall continu-
ing to fall no matter what happens through the years.
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Mind climbing upon mountains of musical rhythms, taking nature by
the hand, finding a liveliness being kindled inside, seeing en-
lightenment spreading across skyways of this mind.
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Now that life has died and gone into another dimension, clouds
hang teary-eyed, birds fly on wind-swept winds of heaven, all
memories being taken, drifting into another world.
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Skipping down many measures of music in times of treasured
feelings with you in the beauty of all our days together,
moments having been shared and life opened, sharing it's
essence with the world.
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Managing to carry on with a variety of political events, working
with congressman on bills they've proposed, reading bills for a
lawyer, putting them into layman's terms for people to understand.
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