Turned away from him, you face            

a dazzling field of stars, 

a hospital floor gleaming in blue moonlight,

Vermillion-leaved treetops

swaying in fall winds.

A tear shimmering in white moonlight,

dewing cashmere with melancholy;

A loved one’s hand’s fleeting grip 

as they leave you, the meager underside

of their outstretched arm lit 

by the faint light bouncing off the eggshell-white tiles below.

A beam of sunlight haloes scarlet tree-crowns and

Shines through fourth-floor hospital window,

Sparking a blaze of glints from

epoxy floor. 

Starlight pours in and splashes and sits

and bathes you;

Your lungs expand and sip the air-light cocktail

the room’s offering,

Your muscles loosen, aches fade, 

Your throbbing neurons forget

of other moments, your mind 

rests in the illuminated present.

You look forward, 

shedding a tear, 

parting lips into a smile,

facing him 

all the while.