Your Silent Face

Your silent face

says words

no breath could pass

Glazed eyes

cold and silent

stare into a naked



still and


I walk with you,

I walk with you

I hold your

sterile hand

We are on the line

so gently we


oscillating away

in our existence

It has come to this

our beginning

It came to this

our end

Your silent face

does no more

than smile

© 2003, Patrick Hurley
Images: Patrick Hurley

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