The One Pathway Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tracing designs in musical rhythms,
giving time an elated essence of
natural patterns, left in circlets
of paradise for tomorrow.

Classic parodies, falling deeply
into perceptions of brain waves as
they eclipse into another world
beyond the one we know and love.

Wisdom crawls along, showing my mind
a way through dense jungles of
history.
Blocking the view of
enlightened scholarly importance,
finding the one pathway into
involvement with another place in
time.

As I follow it's echoes,
becoming acclimated to it's
environment, I begin writing of it's
unnatural beauty, triggering
landscapes of unknown formations,
much different than those of earths'.

Twirling around forests of something
other than trees as we know them.
An eerie sort of aura filters across
the plains of distant forfeiture in
silent passages.

Opening up the front of other views,
walking through and finding so much
more in another place, much more
intellectual, as bright notions light
up surrounding ideas.

Culminating in a sophisticated
conclave, writing all of it's
character into a poem of disbelief,
even as I am walking in this distant
place right now on my own.