Alone Within Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Desert awakening, now blossoming in the dead of night, silently
portraying the nature of God while we're all sleeping peace-
fully in our beds.

This poet wide awake and aware of what's going on in this
beckoning darkness, wonder and curiosity standing alone within
intellect.

Like shining stars hiding in a mind of total innate creative-
ness, quiet, a replica imagined of heaven above, but only in
imagination.

No one could ever describe the fascinating beauty of heaven
in their wildest dreams, it's left to find out when we die
and end up in heaven at last.