Metaphorical

He beckons, 
And you entertain the dance. 
You flirt with him, 
But I am waiting, 
Without power. 
I want to shout, 
But I can't shout, 
That I want you here. 
I want you to promise 
You will not answer 
When he calls. 
But I have nothing 
And when he courts you 
And takes you 
He is death and will leave you to sleep. 
But if you hear me, 
And you can believe me 
That it's true, Joanna; 
I will show you friendship, 
And all the life you've loved. 
 
 
 
 
 
(In an Intensive Care Unit somewhereon28.02.09)

The Dance with Death