Precious Sphere Of Liveliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tempos being measured in each rhythm being played
tonight, mind acquiescing, loving how it's being
played.

Going through a wonderful beauty of ingenuity and
integrity, holding onto a precious sphere of live-
liness that's gotten hold of intellect and mind.

Processing every moment of life in rhythms for that
is the essence of our beings, leaving nothing to the
reality of being, preferring to listen, roaming about
in an imaginational reality.