Pattern Of Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Minds moving all about not caring what anyone thinks
about it, just loving the wonder that's being tossed
into this darkened atmosphere.

Living in the middle of sounds and colors where this
mind can let go and live in the midst of melodies as
they flow in a circular motion throughout the night.

Tantalizing measures of music taking this mind forward,
treasuring every motion and pattern of rhythm that comes
into being.

Letting it's hair hang down, rhythms taking us all through
colors of the rainbow, participating in the curiosity of
life and the hereafter.