Collecting Shells Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind flying with musical talent, soaring with every note
and beat to my soul.
Socially moving up scales with little effort, taking in
every melody as it touches my mind's mind.
Creating lanes of trepidation for short moments, then
climbing higher into atmospheres of imagination, touching minds of innate talent surrounding my life with joy and happiness.
Walking along shores of my horizon, finding shells of
beauty, collecting them in my memory, to take out and
enjoy another day when I am lonely or bereft.