Mystical, Magical Tones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hurriedly accepting musical peace of a band flowing into
the center of my mind, being strummed in the wayward wind,
touching the beneficence of my soul.

Turning ever so slightly in the darkness, unafraid of the
coming daylight, mysterious, magical tones of yesterday
fill me within.

Tears saturating my being, taking me into depths of some-
where I do not care to go, holding back, hesitating, as
emotions fulfill every feeling entering this sacred domain
of sanctity hidden within this interior spiritual life.