Headlights In The Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stretching interior senses to benefit thoughts and
sensations that continually and constantly fill my
being.

Curiosity keeping this mind alive and vibrant, never
letting me stop questioning, nothing ever slides past
intellect.

It is always open and waiting to grasp the least little
doubt that happens to shyly peer out.

Like headlights in the darkest nights, shining even on
shadows hiding in corners, out of sight.

Nowhere can anything escape the curiosity of my perfect
and beautiful intellect, I love it so totally and
completely, hope it never abandons me through the remain-
der of my life.