Stringed Melodies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stringed melodies flow continually through being,
taking solo journeys out of this dimension and
into a whole new one, inviting discovery of it's
essence.

Curiosity getting the best of intellect, watching
as walking into dimensional depths, seeing every-
thing so luminous and textures so intense.

Quality of everything way better than anything we
could ever consider making on earth.

Seeking new sights, finding many unfamiliar images
training their thoughts on beings, curious about
me also.

Traipsing down lee-ways and along jetties, seeing
an ocean, gel-like, so unlike our own with waves
and foam crashing on shore.

This one just continually laps upon rocks covering
them and slowly uncovering them in irregular rhythms,
sounding so unlike our own with waves and foam,
crashing on shore.

This one just continually laps upon rocks, covering
them and slowly uncovering them in irregular rhythms,
sounding so unlike earth's oceans, more like murmurs
being whispered into the atmosphere.

Wonderful creativity flowing all over intense colorful
textures, so knowingly soft and smooth, feeling them
only in mind and not with any senses used on earth.

In all, a totally unique experience that I plan to
adventure into again and again throughout life and
time.

So perfectly aligned, nothing marring slanted horizons
set in place with lights of beckoning grace.

No other way to explain any of it, because it is too
far past our earthly senses and can't be felt like
them.

A whole new adventure down strings of melodies into a
beautiful labyrinth of sorts.