Inward To Silent Open Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into wildlife's faces, innocent, looking about,
touching something interiorly that feels great, silent
contacts through intuitive ideas and thoughts.

Playing with every one of them through musical rhythms,
racing across pastures and across oceans, fish swimming
beneath its surface.

Sunlight shining intensely as far into the water that it
possibly can, a wonderful feeling overcoming this soul,
one of warmth and pleasure.

Mind and intellect turning inward to silent open spaces
left waiting for writing to begin, poetry filling every
fiber of being in light and shadows of this ending day
and beginning of nighttime bliss.