I.C.U.

I.C.U.


I.C.U. or do I?

Are you just another name on charts?
Life's art that wends your way through halls
that tunnel towards the light or dark,
or what lays halfway in between.

I.C.U. when I can visit,
hold your hand and let the hours pass,
silent as you gaze at nothing.

I.C.U. Can you see me?
I trust you'll sense my soul-beat's sob,
praying by your side.


Kåre Enga © 2004

Catalogue number: [161.397]
3 august 2004.