
Bedside Manor
Near this bed I must stay,
Her lifeline is my hand.
Near here every night and day
While she makes her stand
In the face of demise....
I see in her eyes
The will to survive
Is still kept alive.
Near this bed I must remain,
Someone needs to embody hope.
Near here is my new domain,
Holding on to this fraying rope
That goes string by string....
I pray for wings
To give her flight
And a second light.
Near this bed I must wait,
She could awake very soon.
Near here I can contemplate
How to celebrate that opportune
Moment she revives....
Written in the skies
Hope it's not forgery
Death of the fantasy.
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