Air conditioned goose pimples develop on antiseptic skin
Industrial clock seconds dragging as I wait for it to begin
Ghost spectres in white hide behind masks speak in muffled voice
Invisible bonds of drug wove hands hold me in sublime fear
I see the doctors probing cuts and turn my head away to blindly stare
Drift off on a cloud of white so much white around me now
I take the hand of Angels who lead me through the haze somehow
So many long lost smiling faces come to greet me opened armed
The magic of the ages found and what was wrong is charmed
Then a stab of pain intensely stabs throught the magic dream
Reality returns in a rush and I stiffle back the urge to scream.
Hop you are okay my friend!!
Love Tinka
Pauk;-)
Well apparently you are fixing to have surgery of some kind, but just know that you are safe. I'll be praying for you, and those faces behind those masks.
Hurry back!
Lisa
Chanti
Monette
Happy New Year Felix!
Peace,
~Rose~
A quick thanksgiving to God.