Behind Closed Eyes

Behind closed eyes he sleeps

His arms, that climbed mountains, lax.

Victim to a modern betrayer -

Himself - he failed to reach his potion in time

And I, his queen, waits - no Lovers Kiss does waken

No Lovers Kiss brings rose to his cheeks

Nor breaks the spell of his sleeping.

Behind closed eyes he sleeps

He is now cast as my Sleeping Beauty,

My Prince and my Beast.

Yet there is no modern Repunz,

Antibiotic can only ward off the infection

Not bring him back and wake the castle.

Morphine can only dull the pain

Not defeat the dragon.

And as much as I shake him there is no

Poison apple stuck in his throat.

Behind closed eyes he sleeps

I call out his name as though through a mirror

"MyLord, wake up" varying  its tone & inflection

Like some sorcerers apprentice - "MyLord,

Open your eyes" Our kingdom is rapidly failing

And Fairies do not exists in your world.

Alas, I have not devised a happy ending for my Prince.

And so he lays sleeping, a machine breathing

Reality into his lungs, Needles

Thinner than Rumplestiltskin's gold

Conjure up food and water through his hands.

His chamber: an ice cave to battle fever's fire.

And I, his Queen, watch impotently

Unable to wake him with a Lover's Kiss

As he slowly loses the battle

Behind closed eyes.

Ariel

Dec 9, 2010

The last theater production, Arrin was involved in was " So Snow White" and his grandaughter's were in the play. So fairy tales were often the theme at home that year.  While he was in a coma, a DVD of the play was played often as an attempt that the girls' voices would keep his spirits up.