Walking In Rhythmic Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life falling in step with music being played, it's funny how
all of a sudden people are walking in time with rhythms as
I'm watching them.

Antics of humanity filtering into intellect, given time in
poetry every moment of life, thinking often of heaven, step-
ping into passages of time.

Being transported into another dimension where different
modes of expressing imagery and landscapes are being seen,
difficulties disappearing into nothingness, releasing stress.