Tickling Chords Of Time

Gently, softly, rhythms start playing with this mind and it's
intellect, tickling chords of time and it's passing, giving
an intense feeling of joy and happiness.

A wonder of this poetical life, generating by giving many
thoughts in a constant repertoire that seems to be never-ending
and filled with curiosity.

Taking this mind on solo journeys that are explicit and purified
through the contemplation of energy that continually forms with-
in intellect not knowing where it's coming from totally.

Just knowing that a bluened light is responsible for it, the
Divine dwelling in it's blue depths, always immersed in it's
beauty and wonder.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (1)

RoseAnn, such a well-written poem filled with inspiration...10+++