Aura of Change

I sought the remedy,
and it came without sound.

Quickly, presenting a picture
of what needed
to be done.

Overwhelming tasks
are accomplished in
steps.

One, then two,
then infinitely more
to come and
go;

each step, dissolution
and reformulation.

I let the shades drop
one by two, allowance
of new form
through and
through,

edging closer
to the crowning acheivement,
a new grave being dug for passing
fragements of what I could have
been.

Letting them flow,
letting them go,
letting them fly
unto clouds of thought
which change in the wind.

I am blown away.