Fiery Dialects Of Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking into the twilight of yet another night,
thinking and writing in depths of music as it
enters and flows with rhythms that keep beating.

Keeping time with this heart, feeling them re-
verberate into fiery dialects of passion, teach-
ing feelings how to react and play in open fields.

Fields of black ebony, working with rhythms that
continue to be heard throughout the world, a won-
derful sight seen in depths of flower-like mirrors.