I lay nude upon my bed

list'ning to the raindrops fall

and thunder roil in the void 

not outside but herein

My head pulsates.  I am bodily tired

as the soothing rain taps my tears

The distant thunder roars out a call

drawing ears to its voice between the lulls

A train chugging through the falling drops

lays them aside with material ease

The window creaks nudged by a nosy breeze

A trickling stream strokes the window's pain

or is it mine as a cardinal lures its mate

and a filtered gray softens the sleeping-room

I stretch down a road toward a receding sky

my inner walls illumined by uncontrolled Light 

*Cure would be the elimination of the disease or of the state of illness in a community, where healing would focus on the individual who is suffering from sickness and bring him or her back to a state of health.

-Lawrence E. Sullivan

*The symptoms of illness become symbols of the state of our being.

-Lawrence E. Sullivan