To Cancer

Your presence is unbidden, silent as a sleeping cat, you're cancer. Clothed in robes of despondency, of deep tolling knells. Yet, there's flowering hope of exultation, rising into another star-blessed dawn. You cannot, you will not dampen dreams, they are always created, nurtured from their infancy, delivered into limitless life, so treasured from a child's free mind, as vast, as pristine as the universe. Then, like pure doves they leave the bonds of this mortality, far from you cancer, and your selfish grasp. ~