Sense Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain falling in my dreams, upon waking finding it hasn't
stopped at all here in the desert, mind playing rhythms
in circular tempos, repetition soothing my mind.

Loving to hear the sound of drums beating throughout,
giving a sense of time through their staccato beats, tak-
ing me into feelings and emotions vying for attention.

Lifting spirits through music and it's rhythms, taking
life into another domain and dimension where I may dwell
in happiness.