12: 49 p.m.
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
White clouds, floating across this open-ended mind,
seeing through senses being blinded by their light.
Accumulating passion and essence from every avenue
of rhythm, searching for beauty being placed on
Photographically placing energy of rhythms in these
allotted spaces of time, increasing possibilities,
filling hearts with promises to become reality
White clouds absorbing this mind, taking it into
lights of heaven this moment, an everlasting peace
set in the cortex of this brain.
12: 50 p.m.