Living In A Solitary Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing about, spirits being lifted and taken into heavens above, living in a solitary moment, giving of self wholly, never leaving any particle outside of poetry needing to be written.

Taking everything, being whole and bouncing around, no one ever to tackle this mind or intellect with evil purposes, open eyes and mind being objective.

Climbing walls of imagination like ivy does on a building, wanting to see it all in atmospheres above and beyond this earthly life.

Carefully and gently beginning to take all that's learned and respected into the next level of a burning desire, passion being primed and taken quietly away.

Going into mountainous deserts where all will be soothed and peaceful until the end of time, its rhythm being solidified in the beauty of a brand new day.