Inner Plains Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Notes playing gently into the night, falling like tears
onto inner plains of imagination, touching upon sensa-
tions as they arise from deep within.

A bluened light of the Divine, living in the spirit of
this soul as beauty of God continues to enter this mind,
never stopping for a moment.

Coded rhythms are exercised throughout precious moments
of tomorrow's knowledge, a single and fruitful way to
adjust to life's hardships and sacrifices.

All tempting and gathering plentiful moments through
wisdom, gems and pearls of historical significance, al-
ways touched in imagery.

Brought forth into special unfolding of interior ex-
pressions that are never-ending and filled with love,
unconditional, never dying even on the other side of
this earthly sunsetical horizon.