Visions Mystically Appear Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to sounds of colors as they appear in melodies,
rhythms and harmonies while writing poetry.

Totally enjoying peace and serenity that accompanies every
word, note, tone and beauty of visions that mystically appear.

Going into a bluened light deep within, not wanting to come
back out, being reluctant to step out of its soothing light.

It's so pure a peace that it instills in this poetical being
a place where freedom is total and no one can ever disturb
mind or intellect.

Hearing nothing, seeing nothing but a beautiful bluened light
of the Divine dwelling inside, captivating, bringing about a
mystical side of this life.

Always happy when delving into this spirituality and direct
link to God, not wanting to come back to the reality of life
and all its separate hardships and joy.