Your Dying Spouse 758 - In Dreams

An interesting stage along the cancer-journey; not pleasant, but worth relating.

If you know someone who's terminal, do ask how their nights are. They may really need to talk.

I can only 'sleep' in one position, on my left side, and nights go on forever, watching a window stay dark until I can bear it no longer, when the faintest grey seeps in.

And then the dreams, which are more waking hallucinations; I'm aware of my surroundings, but am also a helpless and hapless audience to things that are sometimes rational, sometimes bizarre, and never comfortable.

I';d talk abut these to Barb, but not being able to speak makes that har. You can't sign them, and once you write them down, the immediacy is gone.

So, a sonnet, to describe the ambience as best I can.

The mad alchemist's formulary,

great Goliath's head;

now springs to life the bestiary,

a summons of the dead.

Wings of feathers and of wax,

too high to touch the sun,

notice-boards devoid of tacks,

announcements held by gum

that tell of meetings from last year

that I have somehow missed,

and there grows a mortal fear

that I cannot resist

the siren-call of fever-dream,

not even knowing what they mean.

Music, of course, from Heart, with These Dreams.

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