Last Few Hours Of Dusk Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms slipping across my mind, touching spiritually,
an inner spirit, flowing gently and swiftly, taking
intellect into avenues of tantalizing energy.

Keeping track of all measures of time entering my mind
today, flowers blossoming, taking poetry into gardens
of my essence and passion.

Melodies bringing me into fields of serenity as my mind
collects itself in the bluened light of the Divine, a-
lone and giving it's silent peace to my soul.

As day approaches night in these last few hours of dusk
before the sun goes down completely, praying I will once
again awaken in the morning.