first floor room
number on door
- three
for the wise men,
the kings,
the Trinity
such good colour
air filled
with rainbow
for hope,
for healing,
for joy
hawthorn in aura
space clear
- not empty
angels keep watch
at door and windows
wingbeats rhythmic lullabies
i sense an archangel
behind and then
it is within me
i am 10 feet tall
my wings even folded
nudge the walls
and the song
begins to echo
round the room
I am the song
each note vibrates
and sings me into being
and you?
O dear friend
you are the lyre
sweet and pure
my song-self plays you tenderly
draws you into my song
our music
is more
than a hospital
room can hold
it choruses
over the window ledge
and
dances
over
the
street.
