Derived Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Continuing to rock to rhythms of my soul, living in
it's essence totally, never complaining when held
in depths of it's complacent tempos and beat.

Losing self in deserts and forests of interior
visions, loving to watch images being derived from
intellect, so outstanding and intense that I can
never get enough of them in daily life.

Also, having them come to me in dreams, fulfilling
insatiable desires to be always immersed within.