Pulling Thoughts Out Of Inner Drawers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding into the midst of a hail storm right in the
middle of Wagon Yard, living in the highlights of
another rhythm as it falls upon my mind.

Withdrawing and stepping back, watching and wondering
when it will stop, thinking and pulling thoughts out
of inner drawers.

Seeing spheres floating above, carrying me into the
atmosphere where no one else may follow, senses rising
higher into desires.

Wanting to feel the love that they are showing my heart
tonight, not knowing what to do, as they envelope my
soul.