A Haze Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beats flowing slowly, not in any hurry, mind enjoying the
sound of a melting feeling of love that's now taking its
time to surround people sitting here.

Not being in a hurry, loving the beauty emanating from
depths of musical rhythms being played tonight, running
like a runaway locomotive down the tracks.

Waiting to hear the sound of interior rhythms that begin
to collide in the swirl of a future traveling mode across
the world in a haze of life.