Wonder Of Mysticism Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Priceless movement now taking minds quickly and rapidly into
outer spaces of anticipated beauty while feeling an intensity
of an honest portray of life as it needs to be.

Opening minds and intellect to the wonder of mysticism as it
sits by watching, hoping to catch a glimpse of what lies be-
neath its eerie music-like banter.

Relying on an interior watchdog, hoping that everything will
move onto higher ground where nothing will be depressed into
an air of soliloquy.

Never to be brought up to par unless a new sound is portrayed
in depths of a life-like dream of avid and savory sounds of
color.

Reaching into colors of another dimension, choosing those that
respond totally to music, renditions of rhythms that can pick
up minds and move them quickly along measures of intimate wonder.