Though her lips are tightly sealed

I hear her wrenching cries for help

pained

trembling

shedding water for her pain,

I whisper

"you can count on me"

I feel the pressure mount on me!

I hold her cold hand

Shivers run down my spine

I'm hit by the agony she must have felt!

My tears are running freely still

I nestle her onto my shoulder

I wish again, I could've done more

but now's too late!

too much, too much! the minds a circus

some sense!

let me remain

sane

for some time

let me share myself

is it too late?

I could've sworn

I heard her say:

"Hold me,

Hold me lest I fade away!"

So on this cold and rainy day

I hold her

Oh so very tight!

I hold her, lest we fade away

As the winter finally turns to summer in the frigid north of Canada, I venture into the hills to marvel the wonderful spectacle of life awakening from hibernation. Life is a miracle best understood near death.