Chemo and Sugar
The symbol of an old friend came to me in a dream last night, He showed up with death but not a fight, He danced interpretively with death, In my room they twirled as the toys wept, In stop motion with the familiar beep they continued, Death then shredded his dark form and payed his dues, I then felt my old friend lay his hand on my naked scalp, I looked up and saw me dancing in a mirror, I then held hands with death lacking terror, A boy was all he was when he floated over my bed and me, He then locked eyes with mine and said “What an adventure this would be”
And away we went…













