Nightmares Of Scary Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding a steady rhythm dancing with my mind, pulling
me onto the dance floor of intellect, playing with an
intelligence of innate talent.

Giving pleasure that it so deserves in this hot after-
noon sun, washing up on shores of my last horizon, now
taking the energy of life.

Saving it in sunsets of tomorrow, stepping softly onto
paved streets of destiny, lifting spirits into a glow-
ing night time moon.

Stars lighting the sky with help from a full moon shin-
ing down into the darkness of an earthly night, bathed
in a quiet stillness.

Silent and compelling, touching and playing many rhythms
not seen in daylight hours for they are only meant for
dreams of sleep.

Always tantalizing people in nightmares of scary thoughts
that disappear with the morning's early light as the sun
begins to rise.