Dreams Of Fruition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently singing in my mind, happiness climbing about,
enjoying it's freedom.

Alive and vibrant, taking the initiative to walk into
the light of another dimension, opened and waiting to
be discovered with amazing properties being held within.

Bridges crossing puzzles, filled with coded symbols,
ready and waiting to be figured out properly, noticing
forms and patterns that are being generated in spheres
of intellect.

Beautiful auras penetrating imagination, allowing them
to move and gyrate exclusively, causing new designs
within each sphere.

Tantalizing scents of sight being focused onto screens
of an interior life, portraying landscapes that have
never been written about before.

Loving the intense colors coming through as if in dreams
of fruition, now becoming reality's illusions as they are
taken from within and shown to the world in musical scores
and paintings of poetry.