Whispers Of Wind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind clicking onto sounds of beautiful colors,
placing them innocently in depths of extra-
sensory perceptions.

Allowing a freedom of the mind to play and dis-
cover what is being covered within them, separa-
ting each of them as whispers of wind.

Fully beginning blowing, touching the intensity
of rhythms, taking care not to let them pass un-
noticed into a black hold, energizing and pulling
together rhythms that have wonderful memories.