Strings Of Heavenly Bliss

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rapturous moments musically set in time, allowing no room
for misunderstanding, melodies spoken complacently in notes,
rhythms, spell-binding, bent.

Tantalizing memories pouring forth into the atmosphere,
uncontained on earth.

Lively sorrow dancing along strings of harps, touching
delicately a mind of tranquility, so unorthodox here, within
the span of a self-made mind.

Conclusion jumping doesn't happen anytime, flowing fully,
filling an entire being, plucking the soul's strings of
unheard music never being played.

Composed within this mind, taking on shape - melody sublime,
fostering the unbelievable sounds and tones brought from
above and played harmoniously in mind.

Sending peace gently towards the consciousness of self,
holding nothing in reserve and allowing it's entirety to
fill me.

Without qualms, with no thoughts of death or suicide able
to affix themselves to any parts which make up an entire
whole being.

Sing - song, sliding strings of heavenly bliss, turning
from this earth, holding onto promises of expanding
universes of music loud and sweet.

Comments about Strings Of Heavenly Bliss

A completely satisfactory state of mind is there where exists a tranquility in mind. this amazing condition of is achieved through the calmness drawn by the melody of sound, where peace is gently hovering around all over the body and mind..... can imagine an amazing peace of mind.

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