Running away, I find ideas lying around in dreams I
dream at night.
Late as I turn around, enlightening every wonderful
clue and color that comes fruitfully into images,
suddenly infiltrating all that I am.
Silenced by inanimate showers of intellect taking
me apart, sensitively ripping my soul, finding the
beauty being hidden so secretly inside.
Highways unfolding essences as I travel over them
without confronting puzzles, just absorbing them
into morning prayers being said hurriedly, without
ever losing a beat in songs, rhythmically sung in
hearts of my soul.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enlightening-clues/
