Being Filled Through The Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising with the morning sun, looking forward to a new
day, bathing, being refreshed, waking from a deep and
dream-filled sleep.

Having had a totally great experience through poetry
in mind as I slept, being filled all through the night
with thoughts being hydrated, nourished and vibrant.

Intellect doing it's job while watching ideas blossom
and float upon the surface of the ocean towards an
interior spirituality.

Nothing to block it's way, no barriers or other people,
just constantly and incessantly floating towards a water-
fall, headed for pools filled with all types of poetry.