Tickling Chords Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently, softly, rhythms start playing with this mind and it's
intellect, tickling chords of time and it's passing, giving
an intense feeling of joy and happiness.

A wonder of this poetical life, generating by giving many
thoughts in a constant repertoire that seems to be never-ending
and filled with curiosity.

Taking this mind on solo journeys that are explicit and purified
through the contemplation of energy that continually forms with-
in intellect not knowing where it's coming from totally.

Just knowing that a bluened light is responsible for it, the
Divine dwelling in it's blue depths, always immersed in it's
beauty and wonder.