cancer-eating nymph

ann . . .

i will rock away your pain and fear
(or. . . i am the cancer-eating nymph who loves you)

i would sing you an irish lullaby . . . i would rock you to sleep . . . i would take you for a ride in the car until you fell asleep and then carry you into the house and put you gently into bed . . . i would build you a soft, comfy hammock, hang it to catch the breeze off the lake so you and your love could cuddle, swing gently and sleep . . . i would sprinkle magik dust on your doctors and nurses so they'd remember to have regard for the uncertainty and worry . . . i would rub my hands together sixty-four times to create a super-energy field then i'd lay my hands on each side of your head and draw out all the worry, fear, impatience, anxiety, anger, and sadness and bury it in a deep hole. . . and then, I'd do the same for your sweetie . . . i would sit for seven days and never move, meditating and gathering all the love and healing energy being sent to you from all of us . . . and then, i'd turn it into laser-like beams and vaporize any offending cells that didn't just run scared when they saw the power of our laser-love . . . i/we would just keep loving you . . .

14 August 2004