Moonlight on the Ward
Midnight. This white ward
drifts softly through chalked moonbeams
shifting walls argent to cream,
sifting sterile halls.
Full moon fingers reach within
touching each silvered sheet-shroud.
Jaded nurses drowse...
vials drip crystalline hope
elixirs into sick veins,
bedside water jugs
shimmer with ivory pearls;
glimmer-gentle light soothes pain.
Shades of frailty flit,
whisperings of the once-well;
escapees from harsh daylight's
hot taunts of the sun.
Reality receding,
moonlight kinder to dreaming.
Caught between two worlds -
health and no-way-out unhealth;
fear smoothed by the balm of calm.
Lustrous illusions,
in this vault of dream we wait
for morning's impending fate.
Copyright © Charlotte Puddifoot | Year Posted 2011
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