As I lay dying

I recall I’m just sleeping,

dreaming; all is well.

The morning opens

expanding just to let go

morbid thoughts retreat.

It was not a death

just a rest before the dawn

and i am inspired

by the bright thunder

and rumbling streaks of lightening

stirring my senses

reminding me of

a time I relished mornings

with my own starfish.

Today there is less

darkness within the sunshine

offering me rest.

*wrote this piece years ago about a transition within…from darkness to light…thought I would share it over at dVerse~Poets Pub !