In the darkness, I hear a voice
your whisper beyond my grasp
I lay back bathed in fever
“I must have dreamt of his call”
despondent just holding on
the last string of hope
dissolves in my dreams
life’s siren in the distance
but there is no warmth
the chilling fingers of death
are constricting my throat
pulling me under
“I loved you” the raspy words
tumble from my lips
you look into my eyes of blue
knowing there was love
as the tide receeds