Fever
flashes of childhood while I toss and turn
the visions haunt me, fierce fires slowly burn
red ears, cold cloth: fear is beading my brow
soft strokes to my face, a cloth cools me now
Heaven sent prayer- - -please send relief soon;
and grant me grace should I not leave this room.
Please look down from your place high up above
Sounding your trumpet, please wrap me in love.
Fondling fingers - - - life lingers through a thread
three times through the hour they said I was dead
dreaming, floating on a cloud - - - - -the abyss
rescued from death - - - -brought to life by a kiss
Please just wrap me neath clouds of angel wings
Please stay down there longer, they gently sing
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