Comfortable Sensations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking up mountains, creating majestic movements
in poetical disguise.
Happening events, being located in many pontifical
periods of Latin coalitions.
A sense of primary colors and imprints of long ago,
before the beginning of life as we know it.
Comfortable sensations reeling about me without any
effort at all.
No motives being separated in hallways of yesterday's
mourning, only perceptions being drawn in areas of my
brain where all emotions lie in wait, wanting to be
identified in patterns, undisguised and open to the
reality of human frailty.
On days of plenty, episodes are openly displayed and
kept in treasured closets of tomorrow.