Solitude Of Desert Mountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going down the tracks, train rolling into mind and intellect
taking this mere poet around the bend, filling this being with
an energetic motion flowing interiorly.

Nothing in the way to stop this interior train from escaping,
or running away into the solitude of desert mountains, touch-
ing feelings and emotions all the way through.

Puzzles being put together along the way, measures of tomorrow
glowing effervescently in the darkness, nothing like drums, key-
board and guitar taking and pulling that train whistle endlessly.

Motion taking us vibrantly into the essence of music and its
rhythms, train whistle still blowing, letting us know that it's
coming.

An orange blossom special carrying minds into books of future
literature, their purpose and adventure keeping time with our
hearts, minds and souls.

Nothing to fear, moving faster and faster down the tracks, look-
ing ahead to a final destination that's just waiting to be dis-
covered and put to use.