Drops of Lucid

She watches as drops,
slide slowly down the glass,
dripping onto the pane,
then fall down to the grass,

the rain cries upon her window,
her tears match its rhythm,
falling about her pillow case,
as she escapes thoughts of visions,

If only she could remember......

That sound,
that of the rain,
it strikes a lively tune,
an old chorus refrain,

it brings a faded memory,
and she feels her agedness,
though once she was young and divine,
oh how she has digressed,

And she knows.......

of dancing through billowy nights,
with stars that shone so bright,
white gloves and bow ties delight,
her treasure is a dream,
yet she asks,

from where this memory came...

and She lays upon her bed,
with thoughts of who am I,
panic in her voice she asks,
am I still alive,

then it comes again....

the sound of rain,
upon the window pane
billowing nights and stars so bright,
majestic days and gallant knights,
a fleeting moment,

when lucid prevails....

Author Notes
For those who suffer with Alzheimer's and Dementia a contest piece for the topic: Sit by your favorite window and write a poem about life beyond the glass.....you can follow this at http://allpoetry.com/contest/2614953-Window_Words_Groups_Speak_To_Me___On_Bended

© Dixie Dawn Michelle. All rights reserved,September 6 2013