Sleepily Writing In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing rhythms playing themselves as I sleepily write in
poetical sequences, taking cues of their ordeal and exact-
ing measures of time.

Straight and perfect, carrying intellect into plains of
a constant and peaceful time of insistence while writing,
sensible and so delightful to my spirit.

Continuing to soar into the nights, beautiful and alluring,
taking me into the twelfth dimension, no effort needed, as
life experiences total sensations of another plain.

Forgetting everything that surrounds me in a pain-centered
suffering, when awakened to the energy of this world, just
happy to escape and be carried away into another universe.