Stepped Into Moments Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding into rhythms of a beginning melody as it takes me
mindlessly into another world.

There I will be independent and free, dancing with my spirit
and opening up like a budding blossom, allowing the beauty
of my soul to become only essence.

Taking steps into moments of time, never escaping from the
rhythms which hold me inner bound, not letting go of any
notes.

Grasping and listening with rapt attention, knowing that they
are the only particles of being that are ever going to mean
anything while I am living life to the fullest here on earth,
always making sure that steps lead me eventually to heaven.