Holding the hand,of the dying prophet

Shade me from the light.  
It's haunting my fragile eyes.  
     Sweetness...  
   Protect my life.  
All is clear to me. 
Who you are,what I can be.  
    You know me.  
   You're not afraid.  
   
She says the silence makes her numb.  
She tells me things that would shatter anyone.
And she never once asked why.  
   
Whispers from her sleep,  
define her prophetic dreams.  
  She feels me...  
  looking in.  
What's left of this little girl,  
whom held in her palm an entire world.  
   Is fading  
  in and out...  
   
She says the silence makes her numb.  
She tells me things,of a place after we've gone.  
She never once asked why...  
   
I try to fall asleep...  
To the sounds of her machines...  
  Something keeps me awake.  
They said she'll be Ok if,  
she stays medicated.  
  Just don't talk to her through pain.  
   
Not unlike a newborn,I am drawn to the mystery,  
of simple things that happen everyday.  
   
Gabriel...  
Am I cursed?  
I don't think its worth the pain when they ignore my cries.  
God has sent the ghost of Job,but I don't think he knows  
how much time  
         has  
         gone  
            by...