Fantasies Of Truth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

7: 49
Casually walking through my subconscious mind,
leisurely enjoying the feel of it's interior
textures, living in the experience of it and
taking memories and images in hand.

Knowing so many things as I do, telepathically
touching senses, awakening them to the possibilities
of generous inventions of timely preciseness in this
very moment.

Taking everything into consideration, following
through with every thought, suddenly floating into
sight, undeterred and silent.

Projecting auras of bright phosphorescent colors,
leading me into lightened fantasies of truth on
edges of tonight.
7: 51 a.m. 2/24/14 RoseAnn V. Shawiak