Time Left Is Measured In Rhythms Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking in the morning, mind treading water between misty
curtains of dreams, not wanting to completely wake up,
preferring to see outcomes of dreams holding their own
within this brain.

Feeling wonder swimming about, taking its time entertaining
this mere poet into realms of an imaginational reality, solo
journeys that keep mind and intellect awake, configuring all
messages through mathematical coded rhythms.

An innate ingenuity loving to play around on fantasy islands
where no one else can enter or realize, a playground all to
oneself in poetry, nothing to distract or interrupt mind and intellect.

Always reaching their potential, an interior purpose of destiny
as time left is measured in rhythms of music, helping to bring
about intense feelings being written, exposed in every poem as
its written in journals throughout this temporary life.