She
walked alone wrapped in a pale sheet
Hard wood creaked warm to her colourless
feet
In a vast hallway walled high and white
Through strict windows shone ghost moonlight
The air loomed fragrant with joyful vapour
Serene as a spirit who knew no labour
Long hair draught-flicked she stepped
towards
A mammoth door like looming jaws
Before it she paused with anticipation
For through it hid mortal revelation
Then she entered into a curious room
That thrilled her heart the brilliant
moon
Through a clear glass door with mournful
light
Casting all into visions of milky white
Through the clear glass door came dancing
shadows
She raised her hands high and curled her
toes
Now naked she breathed the night aroma
Forgotten flowers that overpowered her
The eerie room was empty and bare
Four walls did reflect her wide-eyed stare
Before her stood a portentous stranger
A harbinger of bliss and danger
Without words but dreamily
He brought ecstatic eternity
They danced and dreamt warm eons expired
At last she smiled her sad goodbye
And through the clear glass door she stepped
Into darkest torment she fell and wept
Blood stormed her wits she seized a bright
sword
And frenziedly slew berserk demon hoards
This day she dwells in that monstrous
hell
Many sphere-eyed tears of hurt do dwell
On her fair face pale in deep misery
Yet in her heart pounds sweet destiny
Wondrous joy shines in far-flung sight
So well she knows she shall win this fight
To my dear
friend Sharlene, who is undergoing a gruelling
treatment for cancer. The first part of
this poem is loosely based on a dream
of Sharlene's. - Jim 15 October 2001
Update 06 October 2002
Since this poem was written, Sharlene
has been through Hell. The treatment was
agressive and harsh, it is impossible
for me to imagine what she went through,
it was horrific. There have been a few
scares, but it looks like she is recovered:
wonderfully, she is healthy again.