Whispered Awe Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing lilting songs my soul sings in silent deepenings.
Practiced daily without coaching, resting or interruptions.
Flowering within, spreading to my mind, blossoming completely;
overflowing everywhere inside.
Majestically hiding from all who seek it's beauty, playing in a fantasy of mindless images, scattered to the winds by gentle breezes whispered from my soul.
Enjoying peace I know cannot exist anywhere else except in this space of mind.
Frequenting it's storehouse many times during each day, rummaging happily, wondering with awe-filled memories, at the immense difference it makes in my life.