Loving Beauty Of Pure Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind being titillated by notes as they play the piano in
my mind, exciting and thrilling my entire being, feeling
vibrations being taken throughout my entire body.

Reverberating and exercising intellect, rising and touch-
ing edges of heaven rhythmically, enjoying every feeling
that it imposes on my brain.

Nothing able to enter this mind when in a realm of bluened
light, music playing while I write effortlessly, constantly
loving the beauty of pure intellect.

Instantaneously having thoughts lit up, exploring with
colors of the rainbow, setting my soul afire, peace and
tranquility filling me with the serenity of heaven on earth.