Senses Growing Into Twilight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drumming along rhythms and a fiddle, entertaining and creating
crowds of people, sadness played on a violin, awakening many
interior thoughts, ideas and concepts all waiting their turns.

Placating and taking life seriously, no more knowing that it
has just about reached its ending, senses growing into the
twilight with romance seemingly growing into nighttime echoes.

Ones of an unconditional love, vibrant and beautiful, racing
into extremes of a world filled with intense and rapid rhythms
taking this mind into each of them.

Grasping intellect and filling it with vibrations so they can
be felt in the intensity of tempos as they totally run circles
around the room where people are dancing.

Dawning of the morning sun, now bringing tantalizing moments
of an intense brew of values as they're being played excitedly
throughout the night.

Always moving in directions of possibilities, giving time an
essence that will never find an ending in this human life,
taking all the best there is in a lifetime.

Peacefully exercising and tracing notes into measures of every
rhythm as wonder and curiosity keep growing, never slowing down
until meanings and definitions grow into a hundredfold.

Displaying exacting directions that life is wanting to take
energetically all the way through the enticing wonder of
curiosity, a great and tantalizing time filled with moments of
yesterday and tomorrow.