The dreams,
they wake you up
from dreary days in bed
when it is an effort to sip water
or eat a crust of bread.

The changes,
they unfold in chapters lived
becoming stories you tell
but no longer
can rely upon for accuracy.

The realizations,
they happen gradually
then suddenly fall from the clouds
raining lightly upon your body
until the sun fills you.

The peace,
the letting all things be
to fly or die
observing how they come and go
while you stay whole
is how you bless your soul.

Linda Joy Walder