Sally

You can sometimes squeeze, from all breath taken, a manner to sleep easy, she sings take me soon, walls washed grey, from hospital rooms, outside is a magnolia tree, love marks her day, it turns in the breeze, it's not her tune, this lousy disease, the wind starts to boom, forget the inner frenzy, her bed's like a cradle, you can smell the sea, she sees sunlit avenues, Paris, Marseilles, not somewhere opaque, but free from bad news, in this house that creaks, she listens to the rain, she turns to speak, says this is what I want to say.