The Living Dream

She sat on her bed

Hair wet from a first bath

Petting the cat

First night here.
She felt the blankets

Soft and comfortable 

She lay down with a calmness

Familiarity rocked her to sleep.
No one knew her name

Her smile brought her here

Why now? Why this place?

Only one knew the answer.
In a powder, blue room

Rest a dying, beautiful lady

Dreaming of a time before

Reliving before dying.
Written by my feelings, 

Terry Shepherd