Fissures Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking silently across the desert of intellect, into
neon rainbows of wisdom, wondering at every turn, where
thoughts and ideas come from.

Altogether, strains of music are stretched out in the
fissures of imagination, so affiliated with the entire
universe, equipped sololy with a total energy of tomorrow.

Lifting innermost sights and allowing them to give and
emanate the beauty of all knowledge, taking pathways
that will never be taken by anyone else.

Always taking steps in one direction at a time, so I may
continue to use all of life's trials and sufferings in
the learning of experience.