Solitude Of Expectant Hope Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothing music calming my soul, reinforcing it with an
excellence of intellect as it steps fully and completely
into imagination.

Flowing across the interior of my mind, caressing and
holding onto cherished ideas like babies, newborn, being
wrapped in swaddling clothes.

A perfect sense of interior life as it continues to be
held in arms of intellect throughout destiny and fate,
allowing it to be so forever in a solitude of expectant
hope.