Spires Of Language Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Exciting music, enthralling mind and intellect in spires of
language as they merge with music, trading feelings with
melodies being felt deeply within.

A glorious feeling of being alive, seeing details that find
their way into this poet'smind, drums beating out rhythms
like our American Indians do.

Tracing patterns back and forth across every corner of this
world, enticing thoughts that are mixing with so many measures
of chords, notes being tracked and played through the years.

Giving this poet's essence a boost of adrenaline to keep mind
and intellect awake, alert and aware in the many moments of
darkness in life at times.