Treasures Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing into outer edges of intellect, finding an extra-
ordinary arrangement of delicate harmonies settling in.

Wanting to explore everything on this earth, not being
able to, yet going deeply into imagination to find a
solo interpretation of what is being thought.

Finding adventures that fit inner feelings of extreme
danger, categorizing it all by the intensity of death
surrounding it so closely.

Relating it all to the strength and stamina being felt
and erected within, bringing everything into a collection
of variety, typing it into a million poems, one day just
before I die.

Loving anticipation filling me within, noticing enticing
and intense desires now filling me so enthusiastically,
fulfilling and raising intellect above reasoning, where
only some people ever seem to find their ways to.

Calmly soothing subconsciousness with so many poetical
thoughts of illustrious beauty, touching upon the essence
and passion filling this being with emotions and feelings
for the future, yet also encompassing the past and this
present.

Alighting constantly in many forms and patterns, depicting
designs of obtuse angles and pleasant treasures of tomorrow.