Pneumonia

When it was dark at night I started to sing
In a silence punctuated by distant clash of metal
I could think of only one little thing
To remind me of the glitter of water, the scent of petal
From a faraway morning crisp and gleaming
When I felt like drifting away under white sheets
Tarmac blurring past, sinking deeper into dreaming
Of blinding white rooms and white-coated fleets
To days of faces smudged through glass
Breath rasping, screeching like a saw
Hoping tomorrow might be the last
And I could float through sleep's gentle maw
But I sang to frighten the silence away
And silence left me alone for another day.