In our heads – a douzaine
Frederique Eilish McMillan (aka HBoucher)

My mind stares at the wall while the paint drips visions
In hospital the dying watch television

open the door my friend
so misery might end

Those lost for words rewrite history in their head
Stories pour from their lips no tail no start no stead

I take your hand, squeeze the five fingers and whisper
Swim to the shore beyond the waves and I’ll be there

open the door my friend
so misery might end

You open your eyes and see my unknown broad smile
Though now an angel, then your daughter for a while.