Walking through my mind, touching upon images of
quiet times.
Relaxing serenely in desperation, awaiting memories
in past foyers.
Settling into vast wide open spaces, created by my
imagination, I roam, feeling extremely peaceful
and contemplative.
Life settles into pits of age, mellowing with each
passing day, allowing relief to bring me beyond
reality's life in awe.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wide-open-spaces-5/