Sublime Destiny Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Movement turning and stirring my mind in a kettle of magic,
vaporizing into the atmosphere and falling by droplets into
thoughts of sublime destiny.

Courting magical verses as they walk into spheres taking
them carefully into each poem selected in advance by
intellect.

So happy and satisfied, being alone in a corner, away from
the crowd of family and children, enjoying peace and quiet
of solitude, hiding within an interior space of beauty and intellectual imagination.

Being protected by the silence of it's perfection, taking
every precaution to keep life moving with all of it's
convictions.

Peacefully remaining faithful within my soul, nothing can
break me apart from them, no matter how much they may try.