For days you’ve just lain there, no change has etched your face
So I must continue my vigil in this unfamiliar place
Surrounded by beeping machines, I don’t know how you sleep;
Deeper than I’ve known you to do, I watch you silently weep
Nikolai baby, are you in pain, or in some horrible distress;
That no-one can get to the bottom of, are you putting us to the test?
Your olive skin looks so pale; your lips are as white as snow
How can we help you Nikolai, if the truth we do not know?
Tim says you might be able to hear us and listen to what we say;
But I’m frightened that your soul has floated, hundreds of miles away.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014