Poetry Of Inner Tomes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Contemplating the morning as I arise from a restless night,
wondering at the ease of life when put to music and played
incessantly to rhythms of an inner energy.

Living and moving, according to tomorrow's essence, being
fulfilled in the utmost practice of everything spectacular.

Universally and totally in synch with heartbeats of my mind,
justifying patterns and designs as I write them into poetry
of inner tomes.

Saving them for times in my future when I will have left
it all behind me.

Nothing being able to be brought with me to the other side
of this life on earth.