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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.


 




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