Resuscitation

 

Breathe child, came a voice from far

A river nymph or a distant Starr

Felt her breath on my lips, divine

As if I have tasted ancient wine

My chest began to rise and fall

She promised no harm would befall

Me, zapped with her electric touch

I though I had seriously drunk too much

How come a mortal was breathing fire

Into my mouth to rouse desire

Scorched with the burning sun

A punishment for sin I have not done

I saw the Elysian Fields and gods in white

Time to wake from this dream and fight

Breathe child, her voice was clear

A Very earthly form did appear

I opened my eyes to see the light

It was not the hereafter or godly might

That brought me back from the arms of death

It was a nurse with a very sweet breath

Maxwell O’Reilly