A Special Vision Reflecting Itself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Now a soothing tempo is being chosen as we all sit back
and listen to expectant feelings finally appearing be-
neath voices singing.

Retreating from beauty as it's seen all around in this
ebony night, a special vision that reflects itself into
thousands of poems being written throughout life.

No reason or rhyme, just being an intense passion of
this mere poet all the time at the very moment music
begins to play.