Inner Life Of Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Imagination is more important to me than knowledge for I
create it in my mind, just me alone, nothing at all
required to do so.

Infinite boundaries, never-ending eternity, a soul full
of living poetry and prolific writing, continuing always
on my own.

No desires of people can intrude upon my thoughts, I am
alone, but never lonely, searching through my mind and
memory for fantastic prosaic journeys.

Always on the edge of my mind, awaiting the next poem
of brilliant words and fascinating ideas.

Thoughts running rampant, unfolding continually, making
an inner life of beauty even as the outer one falls to
dust in front of me.

Eyes seeing what is inside, touching lightly upon memories
hidden for many years.

Journey's so lively, so full of what I am within, daily
turning and climbing, jumping to my death and returning.

All the fortunate opportunity created by the imagination
of my truly gifted mind.