Touching Gifts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Succorious splendor, situating itself in my brain, touching gifts lying in wait.
Beautiful ascension, taking off into blue skies, never wanting to come back to earth.
Listening intently to a musical composition - I can't tell you how totally it affects my mind.
Soaring through imagination, never having felt this beauty so intensely before in life.
Wanting it to continue taking me into levels of intellect, beacons showing me the way to go, as I write.