Urging Dreams From Beneath Their Essence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hearing guitars twanging in the darkness, loving to hear them being
picked in rhythms that always charge this mind with an energy that
comes straight from God and heaven.

Stepping, striding side by side, not wanting to miss anything in life
wailing like a wolf coming from the three guitars upon the stage,
urging dreams to be emitted from beneath their essence with replicas
of peace notwithstanding the mysteries tonight.