Pillows Of Discovery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lying back, relaxing, being transported by musical notes,
flying softly upon fluffy clouds, head leaning back on
pillows of discovery.

Dream-filled contemplation allowing opening of chambers
hidden secretly inside my brain.

Wandering joyously, seeing illuminated knowledge running
to greet me - meet me through wisdom's doors.

Laughter reverberating, tickling my soul and burying itself
sedately in my mind.

Feeling changes alternating each state of mind I'm in, taking
charge, creating new experiences, leading me on to ever greater thoughts and inventions, filling me with innervating energy
losing itself within.

Being dealt cards with changing pictures, forming the nuance
of inner division, playing behind walls of complexity.

Narrowing events brought forth, quivering in pools of salted
tears, suddenly stand up, straight-faced and walk away.

Leaving it all behind, lying on pillows of discovery, no
longer blinded by the stressful turmoil caused by other
people.

Pressing the side of my face and cheek, comfortably into the
softness of my pillow, being carried away once again by music, drifting along my mind, filled with whispered discovery.

Fulfilling the well of my soul, stacking within it the pillows
of discovery leading me back home.