Weaving Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking from dreams, reveling in their insight, being cautious on interpretations without.
Singing silently with moods of quiet distance, arranging to feel deeply at certain times of importance when writing.
Cautiously watching as images weave in and out, taking their time to leave profound messages in hallways of life.
Soothing music prolonging episodes of literature as it continues to flow, cascading down waterfalls of thought, never catching onto anything jagged or sharp.
Smoothly creating poetry because it's fun to do and I love it.