Magical Moments In Song Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking to the band, stamina never dying away, just brimming
fully with energy of purpose and intellect, never showing any
fatigue or tiredness throughout the night.

Patiently waiting for something important to come along and
disrupt fun and enjoyment we're participating in, delicate
choices, delectable aromas sensuously intriguing senses.

Coming through the aroma of rhythms as they play with our
feelings and emotions, bringing them to the surface and ex-
pressing each of them in prose.

Never letting go of the tempos, writing faster as rhythms
grow and expand into the night air, uncontained, free to
do what they're always meant to be.

An answering call working it's way into the center of our
minds, generating the beauty of magical moments in songs
to be sung throughout the years.