The Shape of Souls

Once they stood before my sight,

the people of my life

Bodyless clouds,

shaped like pure souls

I could neither tell those gifted with attractive looks

Nor those owned wealth and power

Petrified I stood, knowing nothing anymore and tears clouded my eyes

And some clouds turned blue with my sadness

And some clouds stood cold

And then I became happy thanks to souls that empathized

And some of the blue clouds turned green with envy

And only a few became bright with joy

I asked the ones who brightened, who they were

For I wanted to be sure I keep them in my life

I got no definite reply

Not mother, not wife, not friend

Only they stood together and whispered, "You know now what to search for, you see.

We can be carried by any body.

We cannot be defined by success.

We don't abide by titles and roles.

It's up to you to see us for what we are

And for what you see, to choose

And for what you choose, to live with."

Wake up

And up I woke with my eyes wide open.