'Intensive Care Unit' or 'I see you'.
I.C.U. or do I?
Are you just another name on charts?
Life's art that wends your way through halls
that tunnel towards the light or dark,
or what lays halfway in between.
I.C.U. when I can visit,
hold your hand and let the hours pass,
silent as you gaze at nothing.
I.C.U. Can you see me?
I trust you'll sense my soul-beat's sob,
praying by your side.
Kåre Enga © 2004
Catalogue number: [161.397]
3 august 2004.