- End -

Eventually, I was placed
on a bed like a boat
in an empty room with sky
filled windows,
with azure blue pillows,
and leopard-like quilt.

It was English tea time
with the kind of light
that electrifies the
ordinary. It had just
stopped raining.
Beads of water on glass
glittered like secrets.

(c) Julia Darling, 1956 - 2005.
Written about her own impending death from cancer. Gorgeously full of sad hope.