RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Spending Hours Lost Within - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Bopping to rhythms, filling the atmosphere, carrying
notes and sounds into intellect, undeterred.
Mind always ready to accept the fragrant aromas of
music as it stirs memory and intellect together.
Along with imagination, totally going into depths of
subconsciousness where I roam and wander endlessly.
Taking in everything, walking through open portals
and into other dimensions with knowledge and wisdom.
Loving to delve into it, spending hours lost within,
blocking out everything, even the need for food and
Inner life taking over, bringing peace and serenity
into my mind and heart, the loving presence of God
Showing me the way, letting me see truths of living
and being throughout this life He has given to me
with innate talent and knowledge.
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