Dream Of Contemplative Proportions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Regulating rhythms filling my heart with a euphoric
sensation, lifting me spiritually into another level
of life.

One where beauty and peace are everywhere I look, a
wonderful world without any evil or political correct-
ness to destroy other people.

Walking through it's streets feeling safe and comfort-
able, no bigots, racists or corrupt people to be found,
a dream of contemplative proportions encircling my mind.

Hoping to help others see beyond the walls that have
been invisibly built by those who want everything for
themselves at the expense of everyone else in this world.